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  • An operatic tenor, Robert Bruce Scott provides unique performances accompanying his finely tuned voice with the Celtic harp, the classical guitar, and the mandolin.
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Songs

Photograph by David “Jones” Smith
 

The songs below are in two groups, in roughly alphebetic order. Both represent songs either currently performed, previously performed, or being considered for performance by il Troubadore, Robert Bruce Scott, and/or one of the previous ensembles that RBS was a member of. This is by no means an exhaustive list.

The first list consists of traditional folk songs, aries, and modern popular music written by various artists. The second list consists of songs written by Robert Bruce Scott and various collaborators. All righs reserved.

Adam Lay y’Bounden (Middle English Traditional)

Adam lay y’bounden, y’bounden in a bond
Four thousand winter thought he not too long
Deo Gracia, Deo Gracia

And all was for an apple
An apple that he took
As clerkes finden written in their book
Deo Gracia, Deo Gracia, Deo Gracia

Ne had the apple takke been
The apple takke been
Ne had never our laydee
A been hevene queene
Deo Gracia, Deo Gracia, Deo Gracia

Agincourt Carol (Traditional Middle English)
Deo gracias Anglia
Redde pro victoria
Owre kynge went forth to Normandy
With grace and myght of chyvalry;
Ther God for hym wrought mervelusly;
Wherfore Englonde may calle and cry,
‘Deo gracias.’
Deo gracias Anglia
Redde pro victoria

2. He sette a sege, the sothe for to say,
To Harflu toune with ryal aray;
That toune he wan and made a fray
That Fraunce shal rywe tyl domesday;
Deo gracias.

3. Than went oure kynge with alle his oste
Throwe Fraunce, for alle the Freshe boste;
He spared no drede of lest ne most
Tyl he come to Agincourt coste;
Deo gracias.

4. Than, forsoth, that knyght comely,
In Agincourt feld he faught manly;
Thorw grace of Gode most myghty
He had bothe the felde and the victory;
Deo gracias.

5. There dukys and erlys, lorde and barone
Were take and slayne, and that wel sone,
And summe were ladde into Lundone
With joye and merthe and grete renone;
Deo gracias.

6. Now gracious God he save oure kynge,
His peple, and alle his welwyllynge;
Yef hym gode lyfe and gode endynge,
That we with merth mowe savely synge;
Deo gracias.

Ahooye Eshgh (Googoosh)
Dar peye ahooye eshgh ——– Tracking the deer of love
Sayadeh avare shodam ——– I became a homeless hunter
Ta koja bayad david ——– whither should I run
Yarab! Bichare shodam ——– O Got I languished

Man oghabam shah pare ——– my eagle is the best
Ghulle neshine bi shekast ——– he always roosts on pike – he is unbeatable
Rishkhande bache ahooee be yek bare shodam ——– but suddenly I was scoffed by a little deer
Bale man bi saye shod ——– my feathers got shadeless
Az bas ke oftadam be khak ——– cause I fell on earth so much

Konje khane morde ——– I died in a corner of home
Bi parvaz o bikare shudam ——– I got featherless and workless
Sad hezar rahmat be tire nasavbe dushmanam ——– may my enemy’s ungracious arrow be blessed
Andaki marham modava mikonad zakhme tanam ——– a little salve will medicate my body’s sore

Tire bi ensafe eshghe to neshast be ghalbe man ——– the unjust arrow of your love hurtled through my heart
Karegar nist harche marham man be in zakhm mizanam ——– it doesn’t work however I medicate this wound
In havas o hushe man ba to che asan miravad ——– how easy my attention goes with you
Pa be paye saye at omram shetaban miravad ——– my life goes apace with your shade

Alma Del Core (Antonio Caldero)
Alma del core, spirto del’ alma
Alma del core, spirto del’ alma
Sempre costante t’adorero
T’adorero, t’adorero, T’adorero, t’adorero
Alma del core, spirto del’ alma
Sempre costante t’adorero
Sempre costante t’adorero

Saro contiento
Nel mio tormento
Se quel bel labro baciar potro.
Se quel bel labro, Se quel bel labro baciar potro.

Alma del core, spirto del’ alma
Alma del core, spirto del’ alma
Sempre costante t’adorero
T’adorero, t’adorero, T’adorero, t’adorero
Alma del core, spirto del’ alma
Sempre costante t’adorero
Sempre costante t’adorero

English Translation:
Soul of my hear, spirit of my soul
Always faithful, I will love you.
I will love you.
To be content
Do not torture me.
How I will kiss your beautiful upturned lips.

Aloha `Oe – words and music by Queen Lili`uokalani
Ha`aheo ka ua i nâ pali
Ke nihi a`ela i ka nahele
E hahai (uhai) ana paha i ka liko
Pua `âhihi lehua o uka

Aloha `oe, aloha `oe
E ke onaona noho i ka lipo
One fond embrace,
A ho`i a`e au
Until we meet again
`O ka hali`a aloha i hiki mai
Ke hone a`e nei i
Ku`u manawa
`O `oe nô ka`u ipo aloha

A loko e hana nei
Maopopo ku`u `ike i ka nani
Nâ pua rose o Maunawili
I laila hia`ia nâ manu
Miki`ala i ka nani o ka lipo

English Translation:
Proudly swept the rain by the cliffs
As it glided through the trees
Still following ever the bud
The `ahihi lehua of the vale
Chorus:
Farewell to you, farewell to you

The charming one who dwells in the shaded bowers
One fond embrace, ‘Ere I depart
Until we meet again
Sweet memories come back to me
Bringing fresh remembrances Of the past
Dearest one, yes, you are mine own

From you, true love shall never depart
I have seen and watched your loveliness
The sweet rose of Maunawili
And ’tis there the birds of love dwell
And sip the honey from your lips

Amarilli Mia Bella (Giulio Caccini)

Amarilli mia bella
Non credi o del mio cor doce desio
Desetur l’amor mio
Credilo pur e se timor t’assale
Prendi questo mio strale
Aprimi il petto e vedrai scritto il core
Amarilli e il mio amore

Andrii Popa (Pasarea Colibri)
Cine trece-n Valea Seaca Cu hangerul fara teaca
Si cu pieptul dezvelit? Andrii Popa cel vestit,
Andrii Popa cel vestit.

Sapte ani cu voinicie Si-a batut joc de domnie
Si tot prada ne-ncetat Andrii Popa, hot barbat,
Andrii Popa, hot barbat.

E haiduc si e vestit Andrii Popa cel voinic.
E haiduc si e vestit Andrii Popa cel voinic.

Zi si noapte tot Calare Trage bir din drumul mare
Si din tara, peste tot, Fug neferii cat ce pot,
Fug neferii cat ce pot
.
Caci el are-o pusca plina Cu trei glonti la radacina
Si-are-un murg de patru ani, Care musca din dusmani,
Care musca din dusmani.

E haiduc si e vestit Andrii Popa cel voinic.

Si-are frati de cruce sapte Ce-au supt sangele cu lapte
Si nu-i pasa de nimic, Andrii Popa cel voinic,
Andrii Popa cel voinic.

E haiduc si e vestit Andrii Popa cel voinic.

Ani Mori Nuse (Albanian Traditional)
Ani mori nuse, ani qaf’-gastare,
Ani a do ruz-e, ani a do par-e?

As nuk dua ruz-e, as nuk dua par-e,
Por e dua dja- djalin, more me cigare.

Ani me cigare, ani me kuti-e,
E me këpucet të zeza, faqe si zotni-e.

Ani mori nuse, moj vetull-gjilpan-e,
Ani dil e shih e moj djal-e, moj xhan-e.

English Translation:
Oh young bride with a throat like glass,(1)
Do you want beads, do you want money?(2)
I don’t want beads, I don’t want money,
I want a young man with a cigarette,
With a cigarette, with a cigarette-box,
And with black dress shoes, looking like a gentleman.
Oh young bride, with eyebrows as slender as a needle,
come out and see your young man, oh dearest

(1) as fine or as smooth as glass
(2) gold coins such as those worn around the neck

Another One Bites The Dust (Queen)

Steve walks warily down the street,
with the brim pulled way down low
Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feet,
machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, Are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I’m gonna get you too Another one bites the dust

How do you think I’m going to get along,
without you, when you’re gone
You took me for everything that I had,
and kicked me out on my own

Are you happy, are you satisfied
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat
Chorus
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust

There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him You can cheat him
you can treat him bad and leave him When he’s down

But I’m ready, yes I’m ready for you
I’m standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
repeating the sound of the beat

Auld Lang Syne (Robert Burns)

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne ?

For auld lang syne, my jo,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp !
and surely I’ll be mine !
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
and pu’d the gowans fine ;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary foot,
sin auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’d i’ the burn,
frae morning sun till dine ;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere !
and gie’s a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll tak a right gude-willy waught,
for auld lang syne.

Ave Maria (Franz Schubert)
Ave Maria
Gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Maria, gratia plena
Ave, ave dominus
Dominus tecum
Benedicta tu in mulieribus
Et benedictus
Et benedictus fructus ventris
Ventris tuae, Jesus.
Ave Maria

Ave Maria
Mater Dei
Ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Ora pro nobis
Ora, ora pro nobis peccatoribus
Nunc et in hora mortis
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Et in hora mortis nostrae
Ave Maria

Bad Bad Leroy Brown (Jim Croche)
Now the south side of Chicago is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there you better just be aware
Of a man name of Leroy Brown

Now Leroy’s more than trouble
You see he stands about six foot four
And all the downtown ladies call him Tree Top Lover
All the men just call him Sir

And he’s bad, bad, Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old King Kong
Meaner than a junk yard dog

Now Leroy, he’s a gambler
And he likes his fancy clothes
And he likes to wave his diamond ring in front of everybody’s nose

He’s got a Lincoln Continental
He’s got an Eldorado too
He’s got a 32 gun in his pocket for fun
He’s got a razor in his shoe

And he’s bad, bad, Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old King Kong
Meaner than a junk yard dog

Well Friday, ’bout a week ago
Leroy’s shooting dice
And at the end of the bar sat a girl name of Doris
And ooh that girl looked nice

Well he cast his eyes upon her
And the trouble soon began
And Leroy Brown
He learned a lesson about messing with the wife of a jealous man

And he’s bad, bad, Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old King Kong
Meaner than a junk yard dog

The two men took to fighting
And when they pulled them from the floor
Leroy looked like a jigsaw puzzle
With a couple of pieces gone

And he’s bad, bad, Leroy Brown
The baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than old King Kong
Meaner than a junk yard dog

Barrett’s Privateers (Stan Rogers)
Oh, the year was 1778, HOW I WISH I WAS IN SHERBROOKE NOW!
A letter of marque come from the king, To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen,
God damn them all! I was told we’d cruise the seas for American gold
We’d fire no guns-shed no tears
Now I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett’s Privateers.

Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town,
For twenty brave men all fishermen who
Would make for him the Antelope’s crew

The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight,
She’d a list to the port and and her sails in rags
And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags

On the King’s birthday we put to sea
We were 91 days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way

The last of Barrett’s Privateers.
On the 96th day we sailed again
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight
With our cracked four pounders we made to fight

The Yankee lay low down with gold
She was broad and fat and loose in the stays
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days

Then at length we stood two cables away
Our cracked four pounders made an awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in

The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the Main trunk carried off both me legs

So here I lay in my 23rd year
It’s been 6 years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday

Beauty Song (Shigeru Umebayashi)
Bei fang yu jia ren
Jue shi er du li
Yi gu qing ren cheng
Zai gu qing ren guo
Ning bu zhi qing cheng yu qing guo
Jia ren nan zai de

A rare beauty in the north
She’s the finest lady on earth
A glance from her, the whole city falls
A second glance leaves the whole nation in ruins
There exists no city or nation that has been more cherished
Than a beauty like this

Believe Me (Irish traditional, words by Thomas Moore)
Believe me if all these endearing young charms
That I gaze on so fondly today
Were to change by tomorrow and fade in my arms
Like fairy gifts fleeting away
Thou would still be adored as this moment thou art
Let thy loveliness fade as it will
And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
Would entwine itself verdently still

It is not while beauty and youth are thine own
And thy cheer unprofaned by a tear
That the ferver and faith of a soul can be known
To which time will but make thee more dear
O the heart that hath truely loved never forgets
But as truely loves on to the close
As the sunflower turns on her God when he sets
The same look that she gave when he rose

Belly Dancer (Akon)
Hey ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Hey ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don’t be shy girl go Bananza (hey girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
excuse me, beg your pardon girl
Do you have any idea what you startin girl
You got me tingiling, come to me mingiling
Steppin off lookin bootylicious and jingling
When you walk, I see you baby girl
When you talk, I believe it baby girl
I like that, thick-petite n’ pretty
Little touch is a ditty
Love to work the kitty like purrrrrrr
She loves to stirr it up purrrrrr
I can hear her purring up
Cause she’s the type that’ll get arousy of
Get you excited and call her boyfriend up (oh no)
What’s the plan without the plan B
We can meet up at the hutter house for the tv.
So stand by like a butty pass
While I watch this beautiful thang shake that ass
(Chorus)
Girl I must say you the flyest thang in here
So hot we gon’ need some rain in here
Type to make ex-gangstas bang in here
Girl you could do anything you want in here
Clown if you want to, frown if you want to
You ain’t even gotta drop down if you want to
Cause I’d rather see you shake it standin
Either way you do it girl you look outstandin (uhhuuuhh)
And now you got me spending (uhhuuhhh)
The way you got that body bendin (uhhhuhh)
Ass like that girl you gotta be kickin(uhhhuhh)
And we goin to church next day repentant
Lap dancing for my FA crew
Slide it ova to boo cause he want some too
Up in the VIP with no fee
Blessing you with the G even tho we gettin it free so
(Chorus)
Girl shake ya body body
Wit somebody body
Whatever you do don’t break your body body
After the party party
Grab a hottie hottie
In the back seat of your Mazaratti-ratti
Jiggle jiggle it to the left (ah ah ah)
Jiggle jiggle it to the right (ah ah ah)
Jiggle it to the front then jiggle it to the back
And jiggle jiggle it all all night (ah ah ah)
(chourus 2x)

Billie Jean (Michael Jackson, Eddie Van Halen)
She was more like a beauty queen from a mvoie scene
I said I don’t mind, but what do you mean I am the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round
She said I am the one, who will dance on the floor in the round

She told me her name was Billie Jean, as she caused a scene
Then every turned with eyes that dreamed of beaing the one
Who will dance on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful what you do
Don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
And mama always told me be careful who you love
Be careful what you do, ’cause the lie becomes the truth
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son

For forty days and for forty nights the law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand, her schemes and plans
Cause we danced on the floor in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice
Do think twice! Do think twice!

She told my baby we danced till three, then she looked at me
Then showed a photo my baby cried his eyes were like mine – oh no
Cause we danced on the floor in the round

People always told me be careful what you do
Don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts
But she came and stood right by me – then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon – she called me to her room
Billie Jean is not my lover
She’s just a girl who claims that I am the one
But the kid is not my son

Birthday (John Lennon, Paul McCartney/Beatles)
You say it’s your birthday
It’s my birthday too yeah
You say it’s your birthday
We’re going to have a good time
You know it’s your birthday
Good birthday to you
Birthday – I would like you to dance
Birthday – Take a cha cha cha chance
Birthday – I would like you to dance
Birthday – Come on, dance

Blackbird (John Lennon, Paul McCartney/Beatles)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Born To Be Wild (Steppenwolf)
Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
And whatever comes our way

Yeah darling, going to make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space
And like a true nature’s child
We were born, born to be wild
I can fly so high, I never want to die
Born to be wild

I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racing with the wind
And the feeling that I’m under

Cam Ye Oer Frae France (Scottish Traditional)
Cam ye o’er frae France? Cam ye down by Lunnon?
Saw ye Geordie Whelps and his bonny woman?
Were ye at the place ca’d the Kittle Housie?
Saw ye Geordie’s grace riding on a goosie?

Geordie, he’s a man there is little doubt o’t;
He’s done a’ he can, wha can do without it?
Down there came a blade linkin’ like my lordie;
He wad drive a trade at the loom o’ Geordie.

Though the claith were bad, blythly may we niffer;
Gin we get a wab, it makes little differ.
We hae tint our plaid, bannet, belt and swordie,
Ha’s and mailins braid — but we hae a Geordie!

Jocky’s gane to France and Montgomery’s lady;
There they’ll learn to dance: Madam, are ye ready?
They’ll be back belyve belted, brisk and lordly;
Brawly may they thrive to dance a jig wi’ Geordie!

Hey for Sandy Don! Hey for Cockolorum!
Hey for Bobbing John and his Highland Quorum!
Mony a sword and lance swings at Highland hurdie;
How they’ll skip and dance o’er the bum o’ Geordie!

(belyve=quickly;
blade=a person of weak, soft constitution from rapid overgrowth;
braid=broad;
brawly=wall;
claith=cloth;
gane=gone;
gin=if, whether;
ha’s and mailins=houses and farmlands;
hurdie=buttock;
kittle housie=brothel;
linkin=tripping along;
Lunnon=London;
niffer=haggle or exchange;
tint=lost;
wab=web (or length) of cloth)
[from: Folk Songs and Ballads of Scotland]

Caro Mio Ben (Tommaso Giordani)
English line-by-line translation © John Glenn Paton
Caro mio ben, My dear beloved,
Credimi almen, believe me at least,
Senza di te languisce il cor. without you my heart languishes.
Il tuo fedel Your faithful one
Sospira ognor. always sighs;
Cessa, crudel, cease, cruel one,
Tanto rigor! so much punishment!
Caro mio ben, My dear beloved,
Credimi almen, believe me at least,
Senza di te languisce il cor.

Cheshme Man (Dariush)
Cheshme man biya mano yari bokon ——– My eye come to my aid
Gooneham khoshkide shod kari bokon ——– My cheeks have dried, do something
Gheyre gerye mage kari mishe kard ——– Can anything be done other than crying
Kari az ma nemiyad zari bokon ——– I cannot do anything, cry

Oon ke rafte dige hich vaght nemiyad ——– He who has left will never return
Ta ghiyamat dele man gerye mikhad ——– Till eternity, my heart desires tears

Har chi dary roo zamin dare khoda ——– All the sea that god has on this earth
Ba tamame abraye asemoona ——– with all the clouds in the sky
Kashki midad hama ro be cheshme man ——– I wish he would give them all to my eyes
Ta Chesham be hale man gery konan ——– so that my eyes could cry for me

Ghesseye gozashtehaye khoobe man ——– my good past histories
Kheyli zood mese ye khab tamoom shodan ——– ended too early like a dream
Hala bayad sar roo zanoom bezaram ——– now I have to put my head on my knees
Ta ghiyamat ashke hasrat bebaram ——– until eternity envy tears
Dele hishki mese man gham nadare ——– no one’s heart has sadness like mine
Mese man ghorbato matam nadare ——– no one has darkness like mine
Hala ke gerye daavaye dardame ——– now that crying is my cure
Chera cheshmam ashkesho kam miyare ——– why do my eyes not have tears

Khorshide roshane ma ro dozdidan ——– they stole our bright sun
Zire oon abraye sangin keshidan ——– took it under the heavy clouds
Hameja range siyahe matame ——– everywhere is black
Forsata moondanemoon kheyli kame ——– out time here is too short

Sarnevesht cheshash koore nemibine ——– Destiny of his eyes are blindness
Zakhme khanjaresh mimoone too sinne ——– scars will remain in the chest
Labe baste sinneye gharge be khoon ——– lips are closed, chest is full of blood
Ghesseye monndane adam hamine ——– this is the story of humans

Choli Ke Peechhe (Laxmikant-Pyarelal, Anand Bakshi)
Choli Ke Peechhe Kya Hai, Choli Ke Peeche
Chunari Ke Neeche Kya Hai, Chunari ke Neeche
Ho – Choli mein dil hai meraa, Choli mein dil hai meraa
Chunari mein dil hai mera, Chunari mein dil hai mera
Ye dil meindoongi mere yaar ka, Pyaar ko – Hua

Resham ka Lahanga meraa, resham ka Lahanga
Lehanga hai Mahanga meraa, Lehanga hai Mahanga
Lehanga utha ke chaloon, Ghunghatgira ke chaloon
Kya kya bacha ke chaloon, Raamajee, Raamaji – Hoi

Begam bagair baadashaah kis kis kaam ka
Baadashaah bagair begam kis kis kaam ki
Teri Marazi tu jaane , Meri marazi main Jaanoon
Maine Javaani Tere naam ki, naam ki – Ho Choree

Come Fly With Me (Frank Sinatra)
Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away
If you can use some exotic booze
There’s a bar in far Bombay
Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away

Come fly with me, let’s float down to Peru
In llama land there’s a one-man band
And he’ll toot his flute for you
Come fly with me, let’s take off in the blue

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We’ll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I’ll be holding you so near
You may hear angels cheer ’cause we’re together

Weather-wise it’s such a lovely day
You just say the words and we’ll beat the birds
Down to Ac apulco Bay
It’s perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say
Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly away

Once I get you up there where the air is rarified
We’ll just glide, starry-eyed
Once I get you up there I’ll be holding you so near
You may hear angels cheer ’cause we’re together

Weather-wise it’s such a lovely day
You just say the words and we’ll beat the birds
Down to Acapulco Bay
It’s perfect for a flying honeymoon, they say
Come fly with me, let’s fly, let’s fly
Pack up, let’s fly away!!

Con Te Partiro (F. Sotori, L. Quarentotto)
Quando sono solo Sogno all’orizzonte
E mancan le parole
Si lo so che non c’e luce
In una stanza quando manca il sole
Se non ci sei tu con me, con me

Su le finestre Mostra a tutti il mio cuore
Che hai accesso
Chiudi dentro me La luce
Che hai incontrato per strada.
Con te partiro Paesi che non ho mai
Veduto e vissuto con te Adesso si li vivro

Con te partiro Su navi per mari
Che io lo so No no non esistono piu
Con te io li rivivro.

Quando sei lontana Sogno all’orizzonte
E mancan le parole
E io si lo so Che sei con me con me
Tu mia luna tu sei qui con me
Mio sole tu sei qui con me, Con me, con me, con me.

Country Roads (John Denver)
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue ridge mountains, shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home To the place, I be-long
West Virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads

All my mem’ries, gather ’round her
Miner’s lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye

Country roads, take me home To the place, I be-long
West Virginia, mountain momma Take me home, country roads

I hear her voice, in the mornin’ hours she calls to me
The radio reminds me of my home far a-way
And drivin’ down the road I get a feeling’
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday

Coyboys are Secretly, Frequently Fond of Each Other (Ned Sublette)
There’s many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas;
There’s many a young boy who feels things he don’t comprehend.
Well small town don’t like it when somebody falls between sexes,
No, small town don’t like it when a cowboy has feelings for men.
Well I believe in my soul that inside every man there’s a feminine,
And inside every lady there’s a deep manly voice loud and clear.
Well, a cowboy may brag about things that he does with his women,
But the ones who brag loudest are the ones that are most likely queer.

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other —
What did you think those saddles and boots was about?
There’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels towards his brother,
Inside every cowboy there’s a lady who’d love to slip out.

Ten men for each woman was the rule way back when on the prairie,
And somehow those cowboys must have kept themselves warm late at night.
Cowboys are famous for getting riled up about fairies,
But I’ll tell you the reason a big strong man gets so uptight:

Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other —
That’s why they wear leather, and Levi’s and belts buckled tight.
There’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There’s many a cowboy who’s more like a lady at night.

Well there’s always somebody who says what the others just whisper,
And mostly that someone’s the first one to get shot down dead:
When you talk to a cowboy don’t treat him like he was a sister
Don’t mess with the lady that’s sleepin’ in each cowboy’s head.
Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other —
Even though they take speed and drive pickups and shoot their big guns;
There’s many a cowboy who don’t understand the way that he feels towards his brother;
There’s many a cowboy who keeps quiet about things he’s done.

Crazy Train (Ozzy Ozborne)

Crazy, but that’s how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it’s not to late
To learn how to love And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing Life’s a bitter shame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

I’ve listened to preachers I’ve listened to fools
I’ve watched all the dropouts Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you have the role

Mental wounds still screaming Driving me insane
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words Yeh-h

Heirs of a cold war That’s what we’ve become
Inheriting troubles I’m mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I’m living with something that just isn’t fair
Mental wounds not healing Who and what’s to blame
I’m going off the rails on a crazy train

Dancing Queen (ABBA)

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king

Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music’s high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen

You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on
Leave them burning and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…

You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen

Danny Boy (Irish traditional, words by Fred Weatherly)

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying
‘Tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow
Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow
‘Tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But if you come, and all the flowers are dying
If I am dead, as dead I may well be
You’ll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an “Ave” there for me.

And I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me.

Dard-e-Disco (Vishal-Shekhar)

Woh haseena woh neelam pari
Kargayee kaisi Jadoogari
Neend inaankho se chheenli
Dil mein bechaniyian hai bhari

Mein bechaara hoon aawara
Wo lo samjhaoon mein ab kis kis ko

Dil mein mere hai dard-e-disco
Girl you make me crazy, crazy with your loving hand
When you touch me I’m in ecstacy
Want to hold me, thrill me, I’ll be up forever and
Baby you and I were meant to be

Phasledil ki gulpushiyon ka mausam tha
Hum par kabhi sargoshiyon ka mausam tha
Kaisa janoon khaabon ke anjuman mein tha
Kya mein kahoon kya mere paas pun mein tha
Ranjish ka chala
Tha untha jo kaab ka
To phirta hoon mein London Paris New York L.A. San Francisco

Lamha lamha armaanon ki famaayish thi
Lamha lamha jo ladke aasmayee thi
Apne karam gir gir pe mujhpe barsa tha
Apne karam barsa to tab mein tarsa tha
Phir soona huwa (manzar mera)
Woh mera sanam (dilbar mera)
Phir tor gaya
Mujhe chor gaya
Phichle mahine ki chabbis ko

Desert Rose (Sting)

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
I dream of fire
Those dreams that tie two hearts that will never die
And near the flames
The shadows play in the shape of the man’s desire

This desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this

And now she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing’s as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
The rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of love
I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand
Sweet desert rose
Whose shadow bears the secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume that would torture you more than this
Sweet desert rose
This memory of hidden hearts and souls
This desert flower
This rare perfurme is the sweet intoxication of love

Devil Went Down to Georgia (Charlie Daniels Band)

The devil went down to Georgia
He was lookin’ for a soul to steal
He was in a bind ‘Cause he was way behind
And he was willin’ to make a deal
When he came across this young man
Sawin’ on a fiddle and playin’ it hot
And the devil jumped Up on a hickory stump
And said boy let me tell you what

I guess you didn’t know it but I’m a fiddle player too
And if you care to take a dare I’ll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy But give the devil his due
I’ll bet a fiddle of gold Against your soul ‘Cause I think I’m better than you

The boy said my name’s Johnny And it might be a sin
But I’ll take your bet And you’re gonna regret ‘Cause I’m the best thats ever been

Johnny rosin up your bow and play your fiddle hard
Cause hell’s broke loose in Georgia and the devil deals the cards
And if you win you’ll get this shiny fiddle made of gold
But if you lose the devil gets your soul.
The devil opened up his case And he said I’ll start this show
And fire flew from his fingertips As he rosined up his bow
And he pulled the bow across the strings And it made a evil hiss
And then a band of demons joined in And it sounded something like this
When the devil finished Johnny said well you’re pretty good old son
but sit down in that chair right there And let me show you how it’s done
Fire on the Mountain Run boys, run
The devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough
Granny does your dog bite No child, no
The devil bowed his head Because he knew that he’d been beat
And he laid that golden fiddle On the ground at Johnny’s feet
Johnny said, Devil just come on back If you ever wanna try again
I done told you once you son of a bitch
I’m the best that’s ever been and he played
Fire on the Mountain Run boys, run
The devil’s in the House of the Rising Sun
Chicken in a bread pan pickin’ out dough
Granny will your dog bite No child, no

Dick Darby (Irish Traditional)

O me name is Dick Darby, I’m a taylor
I served me time at old camp
Some call me an old agitator
But now I’m resovled to repent
With me ingtwing of an ingthing of an i-day
With me ingtwing of an ingthing of an i-day
With me roobooboo roobooboo randy
And me lab stone keeps beating away

Now me father was hanged for sheep stealing
Me mother was burned for a witch
Me sister’s a dandy housekeeper
And I’m a mechanical switch

Ah it’s forty long years I have traveled
All by the contents of me pack
Me hammers, me awls and me pinches
I carry them all on me back

O me wife she is humpy, she is lumpy
Me wife she’s the devil, she’s black
No matter what I may do with her
Her tongue it goes clickety clack

It was early one fine summer’s morning
A little before it was day
I dipped her three times in the river
And carelessly bade her good day

Diva Song (Gaetano Donizetti)
Il dolce suono
Mi colpi di sua voce! Ah, quella voce
M’e qui nel cor discesa!
Edgardo! io ti son resa!
Fuggita io son de tuoi nemici. – Un gelo
Mi serpeggia nel sen!… trema ogni fibra!…
Vacilla il pie!… Presso la fonte meco
T’assidi alquanto!

English:
The sweet sound
hits me of his voice! Ah, that voice
into my heart decends!
Edgardo, I surrender to you
I fled from your foes. – A chill
creeps into my breast!… trembles every fiber!…
falters my foot!… With me by the fountain
sit for a while!

Don’t Be Cruel (Otis Blackwell & Elvis Presley)

You know I can be found,
Sitting home all alone,
If you can’t come around,
At least please telephone.
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.

Baby, if I made you mad
For something I might have said,
Please, lets forget the past,
The future looks bright ahead,
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.
I don’t want no other love,
Baby it’s just you I’m thinking of.

Don’t stop thinking of me,
Don’t make me feel this way,
Come on over here and love me,
You know what I want you to say.
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.
Why should we be apart?
I really love you baby, cross my heart.

Lets walk up to the preacher
And let us say I do,
Then you’ll know you’ll have me,
And I’ll know that I’ll have you,
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.
I don’t want no other love,
Baby it’s just you I’m thinking of.

Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.
Don’t be cruel to a heart that’s true.
I don’t want no other love,
Baby it’s just you I’m thinking of.

Don’t Fear The Reaper (Blue Oyster Cult)

All our times have come
Here but now they’re gone
Seasons don’t fear the reaper
Nor do the wind and the sun and the rain
(we can be like they are)

Come on baby (Don’t fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (Don’t fear the reaper)
We’ll be able to fly (Don’t fear the reaper)
Baby I’m your man

La la la la la La la la la la

Valentine is done
Here but now they’re gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)

40,000 men and women every day (Like Romeo and Juliet)
40,000 men and women every day (Redefine happiness)
Another 40,000 come in every day (we can be like they are)

Love of two is one – Here but now they’re gone
Came a last night of sadness
And it was clear that she couldn’t go on
Then the door was opened and the wind appeared
Candles blew and then disappeared
Curtains flew and then he appeared (Saying don’t be afraid)
Come on baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (Then they started to fly)
They looked backwards and said goodbye (She had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (She had become like they are)
Come on baby (Don’t fear the reaper)

Downeaster Alexa (Billy Joel)
Well I’m on the Downeaster “Alexa”
And I’m cruising through Block Island Sound
I have charted a course to the Vineyard
But tonight I am Nantucket bound
We took on diesel back in Montauk yesterday
And left this morning from the bell in Gardner’s Bay
Like all the locals here I’ve had to sell my home
Too proud to leave I worked my fingers to the bone

So I could own my Downeaster “Alexa”
And I go where the ocean is deep
There are giants out there in the canyons
And a good captain can’t fall asleep

I’ve got bills to pay and children who need clothes
I know there’s fish out there but where God only knows
They say these waters aren’t what they used to be
But I’ve got people back on land who count on me

So if you see my Downeaster “Alexa”
And if you work with the rod and the reel
Tell my wife I am trawling Atlantis
And I still have my hands on the wheel

Now I drive my Downeaster “Alexa”
More and more miles from shore every year
Since they told me I can’t sell no stripers
And there’s no luck in swordfishing here
I was a bayman like my father was before
Can’t make a living as a bayman anymore
There ain’t much future for a man who works the sea
But there ain’t no island left for islanders like me

Elanor Rigby (Lennon & McCartney)
Ah Look at all the lonely people
Ah Look at all the lonely people

Elanor Rigby picks up the rice in a church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window Wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people – where do they all come from?
All the lonely people – where do they all belong?
Father McKinzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near
Look at him working Darning his socks in the night when there’s nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people – where do they all come from?
All the lonely people – where do they all belong?
Ah Look at all the lonely people
Ah Look at all the lonely people
Elanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKinzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people – where do they all come from?
All the lonely people – where do they all belong?

Erev Shel Shoshanim (Moshe Dor, Yosef Hadar)
Erev shel shoshanim – Nitzeh na el habustan
Mor besamim ulevona – Leraglech miftan

Layla yored le’at – Veru’ach sho shan noshvah
Havah elchash lach shir balat – Zemer shel ahava

Shachar homa yonah – Roshech maleh t’lalim
Pich el haboker shoshana – Ektefenu li

Evening of lillies – Let’s go out to the grove
Myrrh, perfumes, and incense – are a threshold at your feet

The night falls slowly – a breeze of lillies blows
Let me whisper a song to you quietly – A song of love
At dawn, a dove is cooing – Your hair is filled with dew
Your lips to the morning are like a lilly – I’ll pick it for myself

ESMERİM BİÇİM BİÇİM (Turkish Traditional)

ESMERİM BİÇİM BİÇİM
ÖLÜREM ESMER İÇİN
ALEM BANA DÜŞMANDIR
ESMER SEVDİĞİM İÇİN LOY
HELE LOY LOY LOY
KİBAR YARİM ESMERİM LOY

Bir tas attim havaya,
Düstü mahpushanaya,
Onbes kizi kandirdim,
Bir sise lavantaya, oy

ESMER BUGÜN AĞLAMIŞ
CİĞERİMİ DAĞLAMIŞ
KARA KAŞIN ÜSTÜNE
SİYAH PUŞU BAĞLAMIŞ LOY

Esta Tierra Es Tuya
Por el fuego y el thinner por tu voz de patrulla
por la calle sin nombre por la historia ignorada
caigan pues las monedas del honor y la furia.
Por la raza en la esquina por los veinte cigarros
por el humo y la charla por la luna descalza ven a
unirte a la lluvia que nos moja la espalda.
¡Esta tierra es nuestra! huele a nuestra
sangre quiero que me entierren justo en la
frontera. ¡Esta tierra es mía! como
mi mujer necesito visa pa venirla a ver pa venirla a ver.
Por la pinta y el cholo por la amarga cerveza por
el blues y la polka por la guerra entre vales pon
los tragos amigo que yo invito las otras.
Por la noche en la cara por el bravo desierto por
la risa entre dientes por el alma de un perro saca
pues la viajera que enrojece los ojos…
¡Esta tierra es nuestra! huele a nuestra
sangre quiero que me entierren justo en la
frontera. ¡Esta tierra es tuya! como tu
mujer necesitas visa pa venirla a ver pa venirla a ver.

Ex Lover’s Lover (Voltaire)
Three heavy stones will keep it from floating, weigh it down to the bottom, food for the fishes.
And I know that it won’t be discovered ’cause I will be careful, so very careful.
What if it doesn’t rain for days and the river is reduced to its muddy bed?
With a corpse exposed I would work in haste and I might bury the bones in a shallow grave.
And the rain comes and moves rocks and the stones washes away all the dirt and the mudflows
Bones are exposed and well. you know how that goes!
I wait for the day when I’ll finally defile the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers.
I’ll pile high to the sky the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers
Die die die die die die
die die die die die die die
watch them die. (x2)

I saw you with him. You looked so happy. All of that can change, cause I am so lonely
and I have lots of time to send you straight to the Devil.
I’m taking my time to plan your demise.
What if I were to cut you up and mail each part to a different town?
It would take the most brilliant private eye the rest of his life just to put you together.
a piece in each mailbox all over the planet from Moscow to Tokyo to Guadalajara.

I wait for the day when I’ll finally defile the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers.
I’ll pile high to the sky the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers
I wait for the day when I’ll finally destroy the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers.
I’ll pile high to the sky the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers
Die die die die die die
die die die die die die die
watch them die. (x2)

I saw you with him, you looked so happy.
That will never change because I know myself too well.
I don’t have the courage to carry out my dreams And only there will I see them
Die Die die die die die die
die die die die die die die
watch them die. (x4)

Fado Portugual (Dulce Pontes)
O fado nasceu um dia Quando o vento mal bulia
E o céu o mar prolongava Na amurada de um veleiro
No peito de um marinheir Que estando triste cantava
Ai que lindeza tamanha Meu chão, meu monte, meu vale
De folhas, flores, frutas de oiro Vê se vês terras de Espanha
Areias de Portugal

Olhar ceguinho de choro Na boca de um mirinheiro
No frágil barco veleiro Morrendo a canção magoada
Diz o pungir dos desejs Do lábio a queimar de beijos
Que beija o ar e mais nada Mãe adeus, adeus Maria
Guarda bem o teu sentido
Que aqui te faço uma jura
Que eu te leve à sacristia
Ou foi Deus que foi servido
Dai-me no mar sepultura
Ora eis que embora outro dia
Quando o vento nem bulia
E o céu o mar prolongava
A proa de outro veleiro
Velava outro marinheiro
Que estando triste cantava

The destiny was born one day When the badly bulia wind and the sky the sea drew out In the amurada one of a sail-boat In the chest of a sailor Who being sad sang
There that so great lindeza My soil, my mount, my leaf valley, flowers, fruits of oiro Vê if you see lands of Spain Sands of Portugal To look at ceguinho of I cry
In the mouth of a mirinheiro In the fragile boat sail-boat Dying the hurt song It says pungir of the desires Of the lip to burn of kisses That air kisses and more nothing
Mother good bye, good bye Maria Guard well your direction That I make you an oath here That have taken I you to the sacristia Or was God who was served Of there – me in the sea sepulture
However here it is that even so another day When the bulia wind nor and the sky the sea drew out the nose of another sail-boat Another sailor guarded That being sad he sang

Fly Like an Eagle (Steve Miller Band)

Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future
Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping, into the future
I want to fly like an eagle – to the sea
Fly like an eagle – let my spirit carry me
I want to fly like an eagle – till I’m free
Oh Lord through the revolution

Feed the babies – who don’t have enough to eat
Shoe the children – with no shoes on their feet
House the people – living in the street
Oh there’s a solution

Figure 8 (School House Rock)

Figure eight as double four, Figure four as half of eight.
If you skate, you would be great If you could make a figure eight.
That’s a circle that turns ’round upon itself.
One times eight is two times four. Four times four is two times eight.
If you skate upon thin ice, You’d be wise if you thought twice
Before you made another single move.
One times eight is eight, two times eight is 16,
Three times eight is 24, four times eight is 32,
And five times eight is 40, you know.
Six times eight is 48, seven times eight is 56,
Eight times eight is 64, nine times eight is 72,
And ten times eight is 80, that’s true.
Eleven times eight is 88, and twelve times eight is 96.
Now, here’s a chance to get off On your new math tricks.
‘Cause twelve times eight is the same as Ten times eight plus two times eight
80 plus 16 … ninety-six!
One times eight is eight, two times eight is 16,
Three times eight is 24, four times eight is 32,
And five times eight is 40, you know.
Figure eight as double four, Figure four as half of eight.
If you skate, you would be great, If you could make a figure eight.
That’s a circle that turns ’round upon itself.
Place it on its side and it’s a symbol meaning Infinity…

Follow the Drinking Gourd (African American Traditional – new words by Randy Sparks)

Follow the drinking gourd
We gotta follow the drinking gourd
Keep on traveling that muddy road to freedom
Follow the drinking gourd
Think I heard the angels say
Follow the drinking gourd
Stars in the heaven gonna show you the way
Follow the drinking gourd
Step by step keep a traveling on
Follow the drinking gourd
Safe in the heart of a day that is gone
Follow the drinking gourd
Follow the drinking gourd
We gotta follow the drinking gourd
Keep on traveling that muddy road to freedom
Follow the drinking gourd
There’s a good day coming and it won’t be long
Follow the drinking gourd
All God’s children gotta sing this song
Follow the drinking gourd
Follow that river till the clouds roll by
Follow the drinking gourd
Keep on moving, better look to the sky
Follow the drinking gourd
Follow the drinking gourd
We gotta follow the drinking gourd
Keep on traveling that muddy road to freedom
Follow the drinking gourd

Frankosiriani (Greek)
Mia fountosi mia floga,
eho mesa stin kardia,
les kai maya mou’his kani,
Franksiriani glikia
Tha ‘rtho na se antamoso
pali stin akroyalia,
Tha ‘thela na me hortasis
olo hadhia ke filia
Tha se paro na yiriso
Finika, Parakopi,
Galisa ke Delagratsia,
ke as mou ‘rthi sinkopi.
Sto Pateli, sto Niohori,
fina stin Alithini,
ke sto Biskopio mia romantza,
glikia mou Frankosiriani.
I have a fire, a flame, in my heart,
as if you did magic on me, sweet Frankosiriani.

I’m going to meet you again at the shore (beach),
I want to enjoy your kisses and hugs.

I’m going to take you to all places, Finika, Parakopi,
Galisa and Delagratsia, even if the strike hits me.

We will have a good time in Pateli, Niohori and in Alithini,
and we will have a romance in Biskopio, my sweet Frankosiriani.

Freebird (Lynard Skynnard / Allen Collins – Ronnie Vanzant)
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on, now,
’cause there’s too many places I’ve got to see.
But, if I stayed here with you, girl,
Things just couldn’t be the same.
’cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
Bye, bye, it’s been a sweet love.
Though this feeling I can’t change.
But please don’t take it badly,
’cause lord knows I’m to blame.
But, if I stayed here with you girl,
Things just couldn’t be the same.
Cause I’m as free as a bird now,
And this bird you’ll never change.
And this bird you can not change.
Lord knows, I can’t change.
Lord help me, I can’t change.

Friends in Low Places (Garth Brooks)
Blame it all on my roots I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know The last one to show
I was the last one You thought you’d see there
And I saw the surprise And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you Said, honey, we may be through
But you’ll never hear me complain
’cause I’ve got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away And I’ll be okay
I’m not big on social graces Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
Oh, I’ve got friends in low places.

Well, I guess I was wrong I just don’t belong
But then, I’ve been there before Everything’s all right
I’ll just say goodnight And I’ll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn’t mean To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then Well, I’ll be as high
As that ivory tower That you’re livin’ in

I guess I was wrong I just don’t belong
But then, I’ve been there before And everything is alright
I’ll just say goodnight And I’ll show myself to the door
I didn’t mean to cause a big scene Just wait ’til I finish this glass
Then sweet little lady I’ll head back to the bar
And you can kiss my ass

Funiculi Funicula (Luigi Denzo, Peppino Turco)
Aieressera, oi’ ne’, me ne sagliette, tu saie addo’?
Addo’ ’stu core ‘ngrato cchiu’ dispietto farme nun po’!
Addo’ lo fuoco coce, ma si fuie te lassa sta!
E nun te corre appriesso, nun te struie, ‘ncielo a guarda’!…
Jammo ‘ncoppa, jammo ja’, funiculi’, funicula’!
Ne’… jammo da la terra a la montagna! no passo nc’e’!
Se vede Francia, Proceta e la Spagna… Io veco a tte!
Tirato co la fune, ditto ‘nfatto, ‘ncielo se va..
Se va comm’ ‘a lu viento a l’intrasatto, gue’, saglie sa’!
Jammo ‘ncoppa, jammo ja’, funiculi’, funicula’!
Se n’ ‘e’ sagliuta, oi’ ne’, se n’ ‘e’ sagliuta la capa già!
E’ gghiuta, po’ e’ turnata, po’ e’ venuta… sta sempe cca’!
La capa vota, vota, attuorno, attuorno, attuorno a tte!
Sto core canta sempe nu taluorno Sposammo, oi’ ne’!
Jammo ‘ncoppa, jammo ja’, funiculi’, funicula’!
Italian version
Stasera, Nina mia, sono montato Te lo diro`?
Cola`, dove dispetti un cor ingrate Piu` far non puo`.
Cola`, cocente e` il foco, ma, se fuggi, Ti lascia star,
E non ti corre appresso e non ti struggi A riguardar.

Lesti! Lesti! via, montiam su la`!
Lesti! Lesti! via, montiam su la`!
Funiculi funicula`, funiculi funicula`,
Via, montiam su la`, funiculi funicula`.
Montiamo-dalla terra alla montagna Un passo c’e`;
Si vede Francia, Procida, la Spagna E io veggo te.
Tirate con le funi – e` detto fatto In ciel si va;
Si va siccome il vento, a volo, a scatto E siam gia` la!

Lesti! Lesti! via, montiam su la`!
Lesti! Lesti! via, montiam su la`!
Funiculi funicula`, funiculi funicula`,
Via, montiam su la`, funiculi funicula`.

Ell’e` montata, il sai, lassu` montata La testa e` gia`;
E` andata sino in cima e poi tornata E` sempre qua!
La testa gira, gira intorno, intorno, Intorno a te
E il core canta, come il primo giorno, Ti sposa a me!

Lesti! Lesti! via, montiam su la`!
Lesti! Lesti! via, montiam su la`!
Funiculi funicula`, funiculi funicula`,
Via, montiam su la`, funiculi funicula`

and here are the English lyrics.

Funiculi – Funicula
Some think the world is made for fun and frolic, And so do I!
Some think it well to be all melancholic, To pine and sigh;
But I, I love to spend my time in singing Some joyous song;
To set the air with music bravely ringing Is far from wrong!

Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar!
Listen! Listen! echoes sound afar!
Funiculi funicula`, funiculi funicula`,
Echoes sound afar! funiculi, funicula`.
Some think it wrong to set the feet a-dancing, But not so I;
Some think that eyes should keep from coyly glancing Upon the sly!
But oh! to me the mazy dance is charming, Divinely sweet,
And surely there is nought that is alarming In nimble feet?
Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!
Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!
Funiculi funicula`, funiculi funicula`,
Music sounds afar! funiculi, funicula`.
Ah me! ’tis strange that some should take to sighing, And like it well;
For me, I have not thought it worth the trying, So cannot tell!
With laugh and dance and song the day soon passes, Full soon is gone,
For mirth was made for joyous lads and lasses To call their own!
Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar!
Listen! Listen! hark! the soft guitar!
Funiculi funicula`, funiculi funicula`,
Hark! the soft guitar! funiculi funicula`

Ghostbusters (Ray Packey, Jr.)

If there’s something strange in the neighborhood – Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!
If there’s something weird and it don’t look good – Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!
I an’t afraid of no ghost – I ain’t afraid of no ghost
If you’re seeing things running through your head – Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!
An invisible man is under your bed – Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!
I ain’t afraid of no ghost – I ain’t afraid of no ghost
If you’re all alone, pick up the phone and call… Ghostbusters!
You fat dopes and freaky ghosts – now – Who ya gonna call? Ghostbusters!

If it comes through your door – unless you just want some more
I think you better call – Ghostbusters!

Gia il Sole dal Gange (Alessandro Scarlatti)
Gia il sole dal Gange
Piu chiaro sfavilla
E terge ogni stilla
Dell’alba che piange
Col raggio dorato
Ingemma ogni stelo
E gli astri del cielo
Dipinge nel prato

Gole bin Goldon (Googoosh)
Migufti bi to hicham —– you were telling me that I’m nothing without you
Ba man bemum hamishe —– stay with me forever
Nabashi man mimiram —— if you’re not here I’ll die
Gol bi goldon nemishe —– flower without flower-vase – it’s impossible
Che eshtebahi kardam —— what a mistake I made
Harfato bavar kardam —— that I believed your words
Ye ruze sarde paeez —– a cold day in autumn
Goldoneto shekasty —– you broke your flower vase
mesle aroose golha —– like the bride of flowers
to golkhune neshasty —– you sat in the greenhouse
Bahar miyad dobare —– the spring will come again
Bazam toro miyran —– they’ll bring you again
Mesle gole zinati —– like an ornamental flower
To golkhone mikaran —– they’ll plant you in the greenhouse
Bazam be goldonet migy —– you’ll say to your new flower vase again
Ba man bemun hamishe —– stay with me forever
Migi ke bi to mimiram —– you say “I’ll die without you”
Gol bi goldon nemishe —– flower without flower vase – it’s impossible
Che eshtebahi mikone —– what a mistake she makes
Harfato bavar mikone —– that she believes your words

Gole Sangam (Persian Traditional)

Gole sangam gole sangam ——– I am a stone flower
Chibe gam az dele tangam ——– What to say from my longing heart
Mesle af tab agar barman ——– Like sun if not on me
Natabi sardamo bi rangam ——– doesn’t shine, I am cold and colorless
Hameh a ham hameh dardam ——– I’m all sighs and all pain
Mesle tufan doreh ghardam ——– Like a storm I’m full of dust
Baden mastam ke tu sahro ——– a drunken wind in the desert
Mi picham doreh to me gardam ——– lost and going in circles around you
Mesle baron agar nabori ——– If you don’t fall on me like rain
Khabaraz haleh man nadori ——– and you don’t know how I’m doing
Bi to parpar misham doruzeh ——– I’ll be losing my petals in two days
Deleh sanget baram misuzeh ——– your stone heart is softening for me

Greensleeves (King Henry VIII)

Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves my pride and joy
But lady Greensleeves did do me slight
And so I decreed unto her
Alas my love you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously
And I shall have your head lopped off
For complaining of my obesity

Haboussou (Hakim)
Heea Heea – Wehia Oionak ya Amar Asal Alena
Heea Heea – Lesak Fakerna Ya Amar Wala Etnasena
Heea Heea – Wehia Oionak ya Amar Asal Alena
Heea Heea – Lesak Fakerna Ya Amar Wala Etnasena
Ah Law Atolak Ya Amar!!!
Rah Teamel Eeeeh??!!
Hagry Aleeh We Aboso, Law yamel eh Habosoo
Hagry Aleeh We Aboso, Law yamel eh Habosoo
We Be Shooa Hamed edy We Alo ya Seedy
Ya Seedy
Hagry Aleeh We Aboso, Law yamel eh Habosoo
Hagry Aleeh We Aboso, Law yamel eh Habosoo
Habosooooh
Aleftak Bel ghaly taala ya ghaly
Aleftak Bel ghaly taala ya ghaly
Taala nergaa zay zaman, youmen asal we talata anan
We Youm Keda We Youm Keda
We Youm agaza men el erman
Hat Edak Fe Edy We yala ya sedy
Neesh haytna la ah wala doob
Fil shahr nefra talteen youm
We Adlaak we asmaak Kalam ynasy enek el noom
Ya Seedy
Baebak we rady adala we adady
Mategy Nermy Hemomna Beeed
We neeb men awel we geded
Ne Nedob sawa maa el hawa
nekhaly nar ashwana tezeed
Be kelma Be Nazra Be Deka Be Hamsa
Be Kelmten Maa Nazret eeen
Ydob esmna fi ghamdet een
We nehtedy we nebtedy Neeshlena men el donia youmeeen
Ah Law Atolak Ya Amar!!!
Rah Teamel Eeeeh??!!
Hagry Aleeh We Aboso, Law yamel eh Habosoo
Hagry Aleeh We Aboso, Law yamel eh Habosoo
We Be Shooa Hamed edy We Alo ya Seedy
Ya Seedy
Hagry Aleeh We Aboso, Law yamel eh Habosoo
Hagry Aleeh We Aboso, Law yamel eh Habosoo
Habosoooh

Hamsafar (Googoosh)
To az kodom gheseie ke khastanet aadate ——– which story are you from that wanting you is a habit?
Nabodanet fujheae, bodanet amniyateh ——– your not being is a tragedy and your being is security
To az kodom sarzamin, to az kodom havaeei ——– which land are you from? Which sky are you from?
Kea z ghabileye man ye asemon jodaeei ——– that there is a sky distance between you and my family
Able har gha ke bashi ghased shekoftanti ——– wherever you are from you are a messenger for blossoming
Toye bohto daghdaghe naghi ghalbe mani ——– you are my heart’s savior in consernation and pain
Pake abi ya abr na khodaya shabnami ——– you are pure and clear like water or clouds – on no lord you are like dew
Ghade aghoshe mani na ziadi na kami ——– You are fix for my hug, not little than my hug, not bigger than my hug
Mano ba khodet babar ey to tekiyegahe man ——– take me with you, hey you, that you are my support
Khobe mesle tane to ba to hamsafar shodan ——– it’s great being with you and being your fellow travel like your body
Mano ba khodet bebar man be raftan ghaneam ——– take me with you, I am contented just to be with you and go
Khastani har chi ke hast, to bekhay man ghaneam ——– I am contented to everything you want
Ey boye to gherefteh tanposhe kohneye man ——– Your smell is in my old clothes
Che khobe ba to raftan, hamishe raftan ——– It’s wonderful being with you and going forever
Che khobe mesle saye hamsafar to bodan ——– it will be perfect being your fellow traveler like your shadow
Hamghadam jodeha tan be safar seportdan ——– being fellow traveler with roads
Chi mishod sheare safar beyte akhari nadasht ——– what did happen if there was no end for our travel poem
more koche man o to dame vapasin nadasht ——– if there is no end for our travel time
Akhar shere safar akhar more mane ——– the end of travel poem is the end of my life
Lahzeye mordane man lahzeye residane ——– the moment of arriving is my death time

Hela’r ‘Sgyvarnog (Welsh Traditional)

Awn i hela’r ysgyfarnog
Dyma foreu hyfrhd iach
Codwyd hiar graig eithinog
Hei! y cwna’r gwta fach
Felygwynt, neu’n gyntna hyny
Gyda’r cwina hithau’r awn
Ar y ffriddwrth fyn’d i fyny
Dyna iddi drofa iawn
Am ei bywyd mae hi’n rhedeg
Efor claw wd a godrau’r llwyn
Wele filgi fel yn hedeg
Dyna hio flaenei drwyn
Hiry byddo mewncadwraeth
Hela gyda gwledda chan
O! am ddysgu Naw Helwraeth
Camp au gwledig Cymru lan!

English Translation (direct translation not available)
Over hill and plain they’re bouding
Through the air they seem to fly
Hark! the merry horn is sounding
Hear the hunter’s happy cry
Now through dingle, dell and hollow
Dart they on at fearless pace
Oh what joy the hounds to follow
There’s no pleasure like the chase
When the day’s glad sport is over
Seated in the Baron’s hall
Round the festive board discover
Gallant hunters one and all
Laughing loudly, joking, singing
As the wine goes round apace
While the ancient roof is ringing
With the glories of the chase
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Here Comes the Sun (George Harrison/Beatles)

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it’s all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes…

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it’s all right
It’s all right

Hot Hot Hot (The Cure)

the first time i saw lightning strike i saw it underground
six deep feet below the street the sky came crashing down
for a second that place was lost in space then everything went black
i left that basement burning and i never went back
the second time i saw it strike i saw it at sea
it lit up all the fish like rain and rained them down on me
for a second that boat was still afloat then everything went black
i left it underwater and i never went back

hey hey hey!!! but i like it when that lightning comes
hey hey hey!!! yes i like it a lot
hey hey hey!!! yes i’m jumping like a jumping jack
dancing screaming itching squealing fevered feeling hot hot hot!!!

the third time i saw lightning strike it hit me in bed
it threw me around and left me for dead
for a second that room was on the moon then everything went black
i left that house on fire and i never went back

hey hey hey!!! but i like it when that lightning comes
hey hey hey!!! yes i like it a lot
hey hey hey!!! yes i’m jumping like a jumping jack
dancing screaming itching squealing fevered feeling hot hot hot!!!

House of the Rising Sun (American Traditional)

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I’m one
My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin’ man Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied Is when he’s on a drunk

Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I’m one

I Wear My Sunglasses At Night (Corey Hart)

I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can
Watch you weave then breathe your story lines
And I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can
Keep track of visions in my eyes
While she’s deceiving me – she cuts my security
Has she got control of me?
I turn to her and say
Don’t switch the blade on the guy in the shades, oh-no
Don’t masquarade with the guy in the shades – oh no
I can’t believe it – Cause you’ve got it made with the guy in the shades – oh no
I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can
Forget my name while you collect your claim
And I wear my sunglasses at night so I can, so I can
See the light that’s right before my eyes
While she’s deceiving me – she cuts my security
Has she got control of me?
I turn to her and say
Don’t switch the blade on the guy in the shades – oh no
Don’t masquarade with the guy in the shades – oh no
I can’t believe it – Don’t be afraid of the guy in the shades – oh no
It kind of scared you
Cause you’ve got it made with the guy in the shades – oh no

In Your Eyes (Peter Gabriel)
Love – I get so lost sometimes
Days pass – and this moment keeps slipping away
When I want to run away I drive off in my car
But whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are
And all my instincts – they return
And the grand fascade – so soon will burn
Without a noise – without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes – the light the heat
In your eyes – I am complete
In your eyes – I see the doorway of a thousand churches
The resolution of all my fruitless searches
I see the light, I see the heat in your eyes
I want to be that complete in your eyes
I want to touch the light, the heat I see in your eyes
Love – I don’t like to see so much pain
So much wasted – and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

Inner Universe (Yoko Kanno, Origa, Shanti Snyder)
Angely i demony kruzhili nado mnoj
Rassekali ternii i mlechnye puti
Ne znaet schast’ya tol’ko tot
Kto ego zova ponyat’me smog
Nalybuites’ nalyubuites
Aeria gloris, aeria gloris
Nalybuites’ nalyubuites
Aeria gloris, aeria gloris
I am calling, calling now
Spirist rise and falling
Soboj ostat’say dol’she
Calling, calling, in the depth of longing
Soboj ostat’sya dol’she
Nalybuites’ nalyubuites
Aeria gloris, aeria gloris
Nalybuites’ nalyubuites
Aeria gloris, aeria gloris
Stand alone . . . Where was life when it had a meaning . . .
Stand alone . . . Nothing’s real anymore and . . .
Beskoneshnyj beg . . .
Poka zhiva ya mogu starat’sya na letu ne upast’
Ne razuchit’sya mechtat’ . . . lyubit’ . . .
. . . Beskoneshnyj beg . . .
Calling, calling, for the place of knowing
There’s more than what can be linked
Calling, calling now, never will I look away
For what life has left for me
Yearning, yearning, for what’s left of loving
Soboj ostat’sya dol’she
Calling calling now, spiris rise and falling
Soboj ostat’sya dol’she
Calling, calling, in the depth of longing
Soboj ostat’sya dol’she . . .
Translation:
Angels and demons were circling above me
Breaking the hardships and starry ways*
The only one who doesn’t know happiness
is the one who couldn’t understand its call

I am Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling
To stay myself longer…
Calling Calling, in the depth of longing
To stay myself longer…

Stand alone… Where was life when it had a meaning…
Stand alone… Nothing’s real anymore and…

…Endless run…
While I’m alive, I can try not to fall while flying,
Not to forget how to dream… how to love
…Endless run…

Calling Calling, For the place of knowing
There’s more that what can be linked
Calling Calling, Never will I look away
For what life has left for me
Yearning Yearning, for what’s left of loving

To stay myself longer…
Calling Calling now, Spirits rise and falling
To stay myself longer…
Calling Calling, in the depth of longing
To stay myself longer…

I’m Your Captain (Grand Funk Railroad)

Everybody, listen to me, And return me, my ship.
Im your captain, Im your captain, Although Im feeling mighty sick.
Ive been lost now, days uncounted, And its months since Ive seen home.
Can you hear me, can you hear me, Or am I all alone.
If you return me, to my home port, I will kiss you mother earth.
Take me back now, take me back now, To the port of my birth.

Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming,
To take my ship away from me?
Youd better think about it, I just cant live without it.
So, please dont take my ship from me.
Yeah, yeah, yeah …
I can feel the hand, of a stranger, And its tightening, around my throat.
Heaven help me, heaven help me, Take this stranger from my boat.
Im your captain, Im your captain, Although Im feeling mighty sick.
Everybody, listen to me, And return me, my ship.
Im your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Im your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Im your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Im your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Im getting closer to my home …
Im getting closer to my home …
Im getting closer to my home …
Im getting closer to my home …
Ohhhh …
Im getting closer to my home …
Im getting closer to my home …
Im getting closer to my home …
Im getting closer to my home …

Inama Nushif (Bryan Tyler)

Inama nushif (She is eternal)
Al ¬asir hiy ayish (No malice can touch)
Lia-anni (Singular and ageless)
Zaratha zarati (Perpetually bound)

Hatt al-hudad (Through the tempest)
Al-maahn al-baiid (be it deluge or sand)
Ay-yah idare (A singular voice)
Adamm malum (speaks through the torrent)

Hatt al-hudad (Through the tempest)
Al-maahn al-baiid (be it deluge or sand)
Ay-yah idare (A singular voice)
Adamm malum (speaks through the torrent)

Inama nishuf al a sadarr (Forever her voice sings)
Eann zaratha zarati (through the ages eternally bound)
Kali bakka a tishuf ahatt (Sacrifice is her gift)
Al hudad alman dali (one that cannot be equaled)
Inama nishuf al a sadarr (Forever her voice sings)
Eann zaratha zarati (through the ages eternally bound)
Kali bakka a tishuf ahatt (Sacrifice is her gift)
Al hudad alman dali alia (that Alia will one day equal)
Inama nushif (She is eternal)
Al ¬asir hiy ayish (No malice can touch)
Lia-anni (Singular and ageless)
Zaratha zarati (Perpetually bound)

Irish Eyes (Chauncey Olcott, Geo. Graff Jr.)

There’s a tear in your eye and I’m wondering why
For it never should be there at all
With such power in your smile, sure a stone you’d beguile
So there’s never a teardrop should fall

When your sweet lilting laughter’s like some fairy song
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be
You should laugh all the while, and all other times smile
And now smile a smile for me

When Irish eyes are smiling, sure it’s like a morning Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling, sure they steal your heart away

For your smile is a part of the love in your heart
And it makes even sunshine more bright
Like the linnet’s sweet song, crooning all the day long
Comes your laughter so tender and light

For the spring-time of life is the sweetest of all
There is ne’er a real care or regret
And while spring-time is ours, throughout all of youth’s hours
Let us smile each chance we get

When Irish eyes are smiling, sure it’s like a morning Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling, sure they steal your heart away

Jerusalem (Hubert Parry, William Blake)

And did those feet in ancient time,
Walk upon england’s mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of god
On england’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenance divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was jerusalem builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight;
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
Til we have built jerusalem
In england’s green and pleasant land.

Johnny Jump Up (Irish Traditional)

I’ll tell you a story that happened to me one day as I went down to Cork-by-the-Sea
The sun it was hot and the day it was warm. Said I, “A little pint wouldn’t do me no harm

I went to the bar and said, “Give me a stout” – The barman said, “I’m sorry, all the beer is sold out
Try whiskey or paddy, ten years in the wood” – I said, “I’ll try the cider, I’ve heard it was good”

Oh never, Oh never, Oh never again
If I live to be a hundred or a hundred and ten
I fell to the ground and I couldn’t get up
After drinking a pint of the Johnny Jump Up

After downing my third I went out to the yard – Where I bumped into Brody, the big civic guard
”Come here to me boy, don’t you know I’m the law?” – Well, I up with me fist and I shattered his jaw

He fell to the ground with his knees doubled up – But it wasn’t I that hit him, ’twas the Johnny Jump Up
The next thing I remember down in Cork-by-the-Sea – Was a cripple on crutches and he says to me:

“I’m afraid for me life; I’ll be hit by a car – Won’t you help me across to the Celtic Knot Bar?
After downing a pint of that cider so sweet – He threw down his crutches and he danced on his feet

I went up the lee road, a friend for to see – They call it the madhouse in Cork-by-the-Sea
But when I got there, sure the truth I will tell, – They had this poor bugger locked up in a cell

The guard tested him: “Say these words if you can: – Around the rugged rock the ragged rascal ran”
He said, “I’m not crazy”, he said “I’m not mad – It was only a sip of the bottle I had, and…”

A man died in the mines by the name of McNabb – They washed him and laid him outside on the slab
And after the coroner his measure did take – His wife brought him home for a mighty fine wake

‘Twas about 12 o’clock and everybody was high – The corpse, he sat up and he said with a sigh
”I can’t get to heaven, they won’t let me up – ’Til I bring them a pint of the Johnny Jump Up”
He sang:

So… if ever you go down to Cork-by-the-Sea – Stay out of the alehouse and take it from me
If you want to stay sane don’t you dare take a sup – Of that devil drink cider called Johnny Jump Up

Joy to the World (Three Dog Night)

Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him to drink his wine
And he always had mighty fine wine
Singing Joy to the world – all the boys and girls now
Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me
If I were the king of the world, tell you what I’d do
I’d throw away the cars and the bars and the wars
And I’d make sweet love to you
I’m gonna make sweet love to you
You know I love the ladies – love to have my fun
I’m a high night flier and a rainbow rider
And a straight-shooting son of a gun
I said a straight-shooting son of a gun

Julianne (Randy Sparks)

The shady side of sunny mountain That’s the place it all began
There once lived the fairest maiden And her name was Julianne

Julie’s beau was tall and handsome Just a poor boy with treasures few
Still he promised rings of silver For to prove his love was true
Have you seen her in the moonlight Silver rings upon her hand
Now she wears a frown of sorrow And her name is Julianne

“Wake me early in the morning Ere the birds begin to sing
I’ll get silver from the mountains And I’ll fashion ye a ring”

Off he rode across the mountain When the fields were damp with dew
But instead he went around them And a courting, a courting Jenny Lou

Have you seen her in the moonlight Silver rings upon her hand
Now she wears a frown of sorrow And her name is Julianne

The cabin door was standing open On that wild and lonely night
And the hound dog, he lay a dying In the gloomy candle light

They found her shattered, empty rifle And the shawl she used to wear
But they never found her jewelry And they never found, they never found
The hungry bear

Have you seen her in the moonlight Silver rings upon her hand
Now she wears a frown of sorrow And her name, and her name is Julianne

Karma Chameleon (Boy George)

Desert loving in your eyes all the way
If I listen to your lies would you say
I’m a man without conviction – I’m a man who doesn’t know
How to sell a contradiction – you come and go – you come and go
Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon
You come and go – you come and go
Loving woudl be easy if your colors were like my dream
Red gold and green – red gold and green
Didn’t hear your wicked words every day
And you used to be so sweet I heard you say
That my love was an addiction – When we cling our love is strong
When you go, you’re gone forever – You string along – you string along
Every day is like a survival – You’re my lover, not my rival
Every day is like a survival – You’re my lover, not my rival
I’m a man without conviction – I’m a man who doesn’t know
How to sell a contradiction – You come and go, you come and go

Kashmir (Led Zeppelin)

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space, to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race, this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and wait, all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
(Chorus)

Oooh, baby I’ve been flying… Mama, there ain’t no denyin’
Oooh yeah, I’ve been flying, Mama ain’t no denyin’, no denyin’

All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I’ve been.

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace, like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place, yellow desert screen
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, when movin’ through Kashmir.
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear

When I’m on, when I’m on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah

Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I’m down…
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I’m down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
Let me take you there
Let me take you there

Kilgary Mountain (Irish Traditional)

As I was going over the famed Kilgary Mountain
I met with Sergeant Pepper and his money he was counting
I rattled both my pistols and I drew forth my saber
Saying stand and deliver for I am thy bold deceiver-O
Whack Fol the Daddy-O, Mush a riggum durum dah
Whack Fol the Daddy-O, there’s whisky in the Jar-O
The shining gold coins did look so bright and jolly
I took them with me home and I gave them to my Molly
She promised and she vowed that she never would deceive me
But the devil’s in the women and they never can be easy-O
And when I awakened between six and seven
The soldiers were around me in numbers odd and even
I flew to my pistols but alas I was mistaken
For my Molly’s drawn my charges and a prisoner I was taken-O
They put me into jail without out a judge or writ
For robbing Sergeant Pepper out on Kilgary Mountain
But they didn’t take my pistols so I knocked the sentry down
And bid a fond farewell to the jail in Slaigo Town-O
There’s some that take enjoyment in fishing and in bowling
And others take delight in the carraiges a rolling
But I take delight in the juice of the barley
And in courting pretty girls in the morning so early-O

Kiss From a Rose (Seal)

There used to be a greying tower alone on the sea
You, became the light on the dark side of me
Love remains, a drug that’s the high and not the pill
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large And the light that you shine can’t be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey
There is so much a man can tell you – so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
Baby, To me, you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
Won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large And the light that you shine can’t be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom A light hits the gloom on the grey
I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey I’ve been kissed by a rose on the grey
And if I should fall, will it all go away?
There is so much a man can tell you so much he can say
You remain my power, my pleasure, my pain
Baby, To me, you’re like a growing addiction that I can’t deny
Won’t you tell me, is that healthy, baby?

But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can’t be seen?
Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the grey
Ooh, the more I get of you, the stranger it feels yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom a light hits the gloom on the grey

La Bamba (Mexican Traditional)

Para bailar la bamba
Para bailar la bamba se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia y otra cosita Y arriba y arriba
Y arriba y arriba y arriba ire

Yo no soy marinero
Yo no soy marinero, por ti sere
Por ti sere, por ti sere
Bamba, bamba, bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba Bamba

Para bailar la bamba
Para bailar la bamba se necesita una poca de gracia
Una poca de gracia pa mi pa ti Ay y arriba y arriba
Y arriba y arriba y arriba ire
Yo no soy mariner

Yo no soy marinero, soy capitan
Soy capitan, soy capitan

Bamba, bamba, bamba, bamba
Bamba, bamba Bamba

La Blanka Ninya (LaDino Traditional)

Lavaba la blanka ninya The pale girl was washing
Lavaba I espandia Washing and drying
Kon lagrimas la lavaba With tears she washed
Kon suspiros la rekojiya With sighs she dried
Por ayi paso un kavayero A knight came passing by
Un poko de agua le demando He asked for some water
De lagrimas de sus ojos With tears of her eyes
Siete kanatarikas le incho She filled for him seven cups
Por ke yoras la mi sinyora Why are you crying, my lady
Por ke yoras mi blanka flor Why are you crying, my white flower
Mi marido se fue a la guerra My husband has gone to war
Ke aynda no ay tornar Till now there is no return
Dame sinyal la mi sinyora Give me a sign, my lady
Sinyal de vuestro marido Describe your husband for me
Alto Alto komo un pino He is tall, tall like a pine tree
Derecho komo una flecha Straight like an arrow
Alto alto komo un pino He is tall, tall like a pine tree
Derecho komo una flecha Straight like an arrow
Su barbika la tiene ruvya His beard is reddish
Empesandole a despuntar And has just started to grow

La vie en rose (Edith Piaf)

Des yeux qui font baiser les miens,
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,
Voila le portrait sans retouche
De l’homme auquel j’appartiens

Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.

Il me dit des mots d’amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ca me fait quelque chose.

Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.

C’est lui pour moi. Moi pour lui
Dans la vie,
Il me l’a dit, l’a jure pour la vie.

Et des que je l’apercois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat

Des nuits d’amour a ne plus en finir
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place
Des enuis des chagrins, des phases
Heureux, heureux a en mourir.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.

Il me dit des mots d’amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ca me fait quelque chose.

Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.

C’est toi pour moi. Moi pour toi
Dans la vie,
Il me l’a dit, l’a jure pour la vie.

Et des que je l’apercois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat

Lama Bada Yatathana (Arabic Traditional)

Lama Bada Yatathana
Lama Bada Yatathana
Aman Aman Aman Aman Aman
Hubbi jamalu fatana
Aman Aman Aman Aman Aman
Lama bi laHzu asarna
Lama bi laHzu asarna
Aman Aman Aman Aman Aman
Ghusnu thanna hinamal
Aman Aman Aman Aman Aman
Wadi wa ya hirati
Wadi wa ya hirati
Man li shafeeashak wati
Fil hubbi min lawaati
Illa maleekul jamal
Aman Aman Aman Aman Aman
Ghusnu thanna hinamal
Aman Aman Aman Aman Aman

Layla (Eric Clapton)

What will you do when you get lonely
No one waiting by your side
You’ve been running and hiding much too long
You know it’s just your foolish pride
Layla – you got me on my knees
Layla – I’m begging darling please
Layla – Darling won’t you ease my worried mind

I tried to give you consolation
When your old man had let you down
Like a fool, I fell in love with you
You turned my whole world upside down

Make the best of the situation
Before I finally go insane
Please don’t say we’ll never find a way
Or tell me all my love’s in vain

Life in a Northern Town (Dream Academy)

A Salvation Army band played And the children drank lemonade
And the morning lasted all day, All day
And through an open window came
Like Sinatra in a younger day,
Pushing the town away
Ah –

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.

They sat on the stoney ground And he took a cigarette out
And everyone else came down To listen.
He said “In winter 1963 It felt like the world would freeze
With John F. Kennedy And the Beatles.”

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
All the work shut down.

The evening had turned to rain
Watch the water roll down the drain,
As we followed him down To the station
And though he never would wave goodbye,
You could see it written in his eyes
As the train rolled out of sight
Bye-bye.

(Chant)
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.
Ah hey ma ma ma
Life in a northern town.

Like the Rain (Clint Black)

I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you
Every thunder cloud that came was one more I might not get through
On the darkest day there’s always light and now I see it too
But I never liked the rain until I walked through it with you

I hear it falling in the night and filling up my mind
All the heaven’s rivers come to light and I see it all unwind
I hear it talking through the trees and on the window pane
And when I hear it I just can’t believe I never liked the rain

Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain always calling for you I’m falling for you now
Just like the rain

When the cloud is rolling over thunder striking me
It’s as bright as lightning and I wonder why I couldn’t see
That it’s always good and when the flood is gone we still remain
Guess I’ve known all along I just belong here with you falling

Like the rain I have fallen for you and I know just why you
Liked the rain always calling for you, I’m falling for you now
Just like the rain I have fallen for you
I’m falling for you know just like the rain

And when the night falls on our better days and we’re looking to the sky
For the winds to take us high above the plains
I know that we’ll find better ways to look into the eye
Of the storms that will be calling – Forever we’ll be falling

Like the rain I have fallen for you, and I know just why you
Like the rain always calling for you, I’m falling for you now just
Like the rain

Living la Vida Loca (Desmond Child, Robi Rosa)

She’s into superstition black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition that girl’s gonna make me fall

She’s into new sensation new kicks and candle light
she’s got a new addiction for every day and night
She’ll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain
she’ll make you live the crazy life or she’ll take away your pain
like a bullet to your brain
upside inside out she’s living la Vida loca
she’ll push and pull you down she’s living la Vida loca
her lips are devil red and her skins the color mocha
she will wear you out she’s living la Vida loca
living la vida loca
woke up in New York City in a funky cheap motel
she took my heart and she took my money
she must of slipped me a sleeping pill
she never drinks the water makes you order French Champaign
and once you had a taste of her you’ll never be the same
she’ll make you go insane

Living Thing (Jeff Lynn / ELO)

Sailing away on the crest of a wave it’s like magic
Rolling and riding and slipping and sliding It’s magic
And you and your sweet desire
You took me higher and higher, baby
It’s a living thing – It’s a terrible thing to lose
It’s a giving thing – What a terrible thing to lose

I’m taking a dive – Dive

Making believe this is what you can see on your worst day
Rolling and riding you slip back in time to the first day

And you and your sweet desire
You took me higher and higher, baby
It’s a living thing It’s a terrible thing to lose
It’s a giving thing What a terrible thing to lose
I’m taking a dive on the slide
Taking a dive cause you can’t stop the slide flowing downstream
So let her go, don’t start spoiling the show – It’s a bad dream
And you and your sweet desire
You took me higher and higher, baby
It’s a living thing It’s a terrible thing to lose
It’s a giving thing What a terrible thing to lose

Malaika (Swahili Traditional)

Malaika, nakupenda Malaika. Angel, I love you Angel.
Malaika, nakupenda Malaika.
Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio, What should I do, your lover?
Nashindwa na mali sina, we, I don’t have any money
(LITERALLY: I’m defeated by
wealth, I don’t have any.)
Ningekuoa Malaika. I would marry you, Angel.
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
Ningekuoa Malaika.

Pesa zasumbua roho yangu Money is troubling my soul
Pesa zasumbua roho yangu
Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio,
Ningekuoa Malaika.
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
Ningekuoa Malaika.

Kidege, hukuwaza kidege. Little bird, I always
dream of you, little bird,
Kidege, hukuwaza kidege.
Nami nifanyeje, kijana mwenzio,
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
Ningekuoa kidege.
Nashindwa na mali sina, we,
Ningekuoa kidege.

Mama Tried (Merle Haggard)

The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un’s dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I’m bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
‘Til Mama couldn’t hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame ‘cos Mama tried.

Instrumental break.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame ‘cos Mama tried.

Mambo Italiano (Bob Merrill)

A girl went back to Napoli Because she missed the scenery
The native dances and the charming songs
But wait a minute, something’s wrong

Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano!
Hey, mambo! Mambo italiano
Go, go, go you mixed up sicialiano
All you calabraise-a do the mambo like a crazy with a

Hey mambo, don’t wanna tarantella
Hey mambo, no more a mozzarella
Hey mambo! Mambo italiano!
Try an enchilada with da fish a bac a lab and then a

Hey goombah, I love a how you dance a rhumbah
But take a some advice paisano Learn how to mambo
If you gonna be a square You ain’t a gonna go nowhere

Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Hey mambo! mambo italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake like a Giovanno

Hello kess-a-deetch-a you getta happy in the feets a
When you mambo italiano

Shake-a Baby shake-a cause i love a when you take a me
Mama say “stop-a or I’m gonna go to papa”

And a hey ja drool you don’t a have to go to school
Just make-a wid da beat bambino It’s a like a vino
Kid you good a lookin’ but you don’t a-know what’s cookin’ till you

Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Hey mambo, Mambo italiano
Ho, ho, ho, you mixed up Siciliano
it’s a so delish a ev’rybody come copisha
How to mambo italianoooooo!
‘Ats nice!

Man of Constant Sorrow (John Hartford)

I am the man of constant sorrow – I’ve seen trouble all my days
I said farewell to old Kentucky – The place where I was born and raised

For six long years I’ve been in trouble – No pleasure here on Earth I’ve found
For in this world I’m bound to ramble – I have no friends to help me now

It’s fare thee well my old true lover – I never expect to see you again
For I am bound to ride that Northern Railroad – Perhaps I’ll die upon that train

You may bury me in some deep vally – For many years where I may lay
And you may learn to love another – While I am sleeping in my grave

Maybe your friends think that I’m a stranger – My face you never see no more
But there is one promise that is given – I’ll meet you on God’s golden shore

Man of LaMancha (Mitch Leigh, Joe Darian)

Hear me now, oh thou bleak and unbearable world
Thou art base and debauched as can be!
And a knight with his valors all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!

I am I, Don Quixote, The Lord of LaMancha,
Destroyer of evil am I
I will march to the sound of the trumpts of glory Forever to conquer or die

Hear me heathens, and wizards, and servants of sin:
All your dastardly doings are past!
For a holy endeavor is now to begin
And virtue shall triumph at last!

I am I, Don Quixote, The Lord of LaMancha,
My destiny calls, and I go! And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry me onward … To wither so ever they blow …
Whither so ever they blow …Onward to glory I go!

I am I, Don Quixote, A name soon the world all will know!
And the wild winds of fortune
Shall carry me onward … To whither so ever they blow …
Wither so ever they blow …
Onward to glory I go!

Mast Kalandar (Sameer)

Dil de mamla hai dilbar
Hun na zor hai is dil par
Kalibali hai dil ke andar
Ho mast ae, mast Kalandar
Meri nazar jo, Tujpe padee to ban baitha
Tera saedaayi
Betaabiyon ko, Raahat mili to door hui
Meri tanhai
Tere rangka, Tere noor da
Hai asar tere hi surroor da
Mere haat se, Mere dard se
Tu hai bekhabar
Teri adaa mein, Jadoo hai jadoo karta hai
Mujhko dewaana
Meri tammanaa, Kehti hai mujhko sirf mujhe
Hai tujhe paana
Meri aarzu, Meri guftagu
Tu hi tu hai bas meri justaju
Kya bataun, Tere bagaer main
Kitna besabar
Aaya mein aaya, Leke mohabbat anjaano
Mujhko pehchaano
Meri nazar mein, Hai ik chehra maano tum
Chaaho na mano
Meri chaatein, Meri raahatein
Badi manchali, Meri hasratein
Mere kwaab mein, Koi raat din
Rehta humsafar

Maria (B.W. Stevenson)

My maria don’t you know I’ve come a long, long way
I been longin’ to see her
When she’s around she takes my blues away
Sweet maria the sunlight surely hurts my eyes
I’m a lonely dreamer on a highway in the skies
Maria, maria I love you
My maria there were some blue and sorrow times
Just my thoughts about you bring back my piece of mind
Gypsy lady you’re a mircle work for me
You set my soul free like a ship sailing on the sea
She is the sunlight when skies are grey
She treats me so right lady take me away
My maria
Maria I love you
My maria
Maria I love you

Milise Mou (Greek)

Anixa ston kipo mou pigadhi
na potiso ta poulia,
na’rhese ke esi proi ke vradhi
san mikri dhrosostalia.
Irthes mia vradhia me ton ayera
anastenax’i kardhia
sou’pa me lahtara kalispera
ke mou ipes ehe ya.

Milise mou, milise mou, dhe se filisa pote mou,
milise mou, milise mou, pos na se xehaso pes mou,
milise mou, milise mou, dhe se filisa pote mou
milise mou, milise mou, mono st’oniro mou se filo.
Fitepsa stin porta sou hortari
na’his iskio ke dhrosia,
k’irtha prin allaxi to fengari
na sou fero zestasia.
S’evgala stou iliou t’anifori
sta sokakia ta platia
ma irthe pagonia ke xerovori
ke dhen m’anapses fotia.

I opened a well in my garden to let the birds drink,
so you would come in the morning and the evening,
just like a little dewdrop.

One night you came with the wind, my heart was sighing,
Longingly I said “Good Evening” to you,
but you said “Good Bye”.

Talk to me, I’ve never kissed you,
talk to me, how could I forget you, my God,
talk to me, I’ve never kissed you
talk to me, I kiss you only in my dreams.

I planted bushes in front of your door,
so you can have shadow and fresh coolness.
I came here before the moon changed to bring you warmth.

I led you on your way up to the sun, to the broad alleys,
but frost and a cold wind came,
and you didn’t kindle me a fire.

Minnie the Moocher (Cab Calloway)

Hey folks here’s the story ’bout minnie the moocher
She was a lowdown hoocie coocher
She was the roughest toughest frail
But minnie had a heart as big as a whale
Hidehidehidehi (hidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodeho (hodehodehodeho)
Hedehedehedehe (hedehedehedehe)
Hidehidehideho (hidehidehideho)

She messed around with a bloke named smokie
She loved him though he was cokey
He took her down to chinatown
And showed her how to kick the gong around

Hidehidehidehi (hidehidehidehi)
Whoah (whoah)
Hedehedehedehe (hedehedehedehe)
A hidehidehideho (hidehidehideho)

She had a dream about the king of sweden
He gave her things that she was needin’
He gave her a home built of gold and steel
A diamond car with platinum wheels

A hidehidehidehidehidehidehi (hidehidehidehidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodehodehodehodeho (hodehodehodehodehodehodeho)
He gave her his townhouse and his racing horses
Each meal she ate was a dozen courses
Had a million dollars worth of nickels and dimes
She sat around and counted them all a million times
Hidehidehidehi (hidehidehidehi)
Hodehodehodeho (hodehodehodeho)
Hedehedehedehe (hedehedehedehe)
Hidehidehideho (hidehidehideho)
Poor min, poor min, poor minnie

Misirlou (Greek Traditional)

Misirlou mou, i glykia sou i matia
floga mou ‘xei anapsei mes stin kardia
ah giahabibi, ah gialeleli, ah
ta dyo sou xeili strazoune meli, oime
Ah, Misirlou, magiki exwtiki omorfia
trela tha mou ‘rthei, den ypoferw pia,
ah, tha se klepsw mes ap’tin Arpia
Mavromata Misirlou mou treli
i zwi mou allazei m’ ena fili,
ah giahabibi, m’ ena filaki, ah
ap’ to diko sou stomataki, oime

Mona Lisa (Jay Livingston, Ray Evans)

Mona Lisa Mona Lisa, men have named you
You’re so like the lady with the mystic smile
Is it only ’cause you’re lonely, they have blamed you
For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile?

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art?

musical interlude

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa?
Or is this your way to hide a broken heart?
Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep
They just lie there and they die there
Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa?
Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art?

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

More Sokol Pie (Tose Proeski)

More sokol pie voda na Vardaro

Refren:Jane,Jane le belo garlo

More oj sokole,ti junaško pile

More ne li vide,junak da pomine?

Junak da pomine s’devet ljuti rani

S’devet ljuti rani,site kuršumliji

A deseta rana so nož probodena

Jane,Jane le krotko jagne

Mother Nature’s Son (The Beatles – Lennon, McCartney)

Born a poor young country boy
Mother Nature’s son
All day long I’m sitting singing songs for everyone

Sit beside a mountain stream
See her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies

Find me in my field of grass
Mother Nature’s son
Swaying daisies sing a lazy song beneath the sun

Mr. Roboto (Dennis DeYoung)

Domo arigato Mr. Roboto, Mata ah-oo hima de
Domo arigato Mr. Roboto, Himitsu wo shiri tai

You’re wondering who I am – machine or mannequin
With parts made in Japan – I am the modern man

I’ve got a secret I’ve been hiding under my skin
My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely, don’t be surprised
I’m just a man who needed someone and somewhere to hide
To keep me alive – just keep me alive
Somewhere to hide to keep me alive

I’m not a robot without emotions – I’m not what you see
I’ve come to help you with your problems so we can be free
I’m not a hero, I’m not a saviour, forget what you know
I’m just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control
Beyond my control – we all need control
I need control – we all need control

I am the modern man – who hides behind a mask
So no one else can see – my true identity
Domo arigato Mr. Roboto Domo domo – Domo domo
Domo arigato Mr. Roboto Domo domo – Domo domo
Domo arigato Mr. Roboto – Domo arigato Mr. Roboto

Thank you very much Mr. Roboto for doing all the jobs nobody wants to
And thank you very much Mr. Roboto for helping me escape when I needed to
Thank you, thank you thank you
I want to thank you – please thank you

The problem’s plain to see – too much technology
Machines to save our lives, machines de-humanize
The time has come at last – to throw asay this mask
So everyone can see my true identity
I’m Kilroy!

Mr. Self Destruct (Nine Inch Nails)

I am the voice inside your head
I am the lover in your bed
I am the sex that you provide
I am the hate you try to hide

I take you where you want to go
I give you all you need to know
I drag you down, I use you up
Mr. Self Destruct

I am religion’s message clear
I am delusion, guilt and fear
I am the prayers of the naive
I am the lie that you believe

I am the needle in your vein
I am the high you can’t sustain
I am the pusher, I’m the whore
I am the need in you for more

I am the bullet in the gun
I am the truth from which you run
I am the silencing machine
I am the end of all your dreams

Motherless Child (Robert Johnson)

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long way from home – a long way from home
Sometimes I feel like freedom’s near
Sometimes I feel like freedom’s near
Sometimes I feel like freedom’s near
But we’re so far away
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Sometimes I feel like I’m almost gone
Way up in that heavenly land
Way up in that heavenly land

Muddy Jesus (Ian Moore)

Jesus lives in a ramshackle shack with a fat New Orleans junkie
A charismatic cholo so Some say he was born plain lucky
He’d cruize the streets of Jarez in his low cut Eldorado
He had oil slick hands devine command A brash and bold bravado
Mother Mary said your time has come
The river’s wide but can be fought and won
for the love of god and every man
Jesus cross the Rio Grande

Jesus fell in step with a group of high powered federales
who sat him down and formed their plan through a haze of cold Tecates
Judas said now Jeez I know you’re prone to walk on water
But if you swim downstream there’s a better chance that you’ll make it across the border

Jesus made his run on a hot and humid Friday night
But his vision was blinded by the bright El Paso lights
A bullet struck him down before he reached freedom’s land
The faithful they’re still waiting for the coming of their man

My Ex Lover’s Lovers (Voltaire)

Three heavy stones will keep it from floating,
weigh it down to the bottom, food for the fishes.
And I know that it won’t be discovered
’cause I will be careful, so very careful.
What if it doesn’t rain for days and the river is reduced to its muddy bed?
With a corpse exposed I would work in haste
and I might bury the bones in a shallow grave.
And the rain comes and moves rocks and the stones
washes away all the dirt and the mudflows
Bones are exposed and well.you know how that goes!
I wait for the day when I’ll finally defile the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers.
I’ll pile high to the sky the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers
Die die die die die die
die die die die die die die
watch them die. (x2)

I saw you with him. You looked so happy.
All of that can change, cause I am so lonely
and I have lots of time to send you straight
to the Devil. I’m taking my time to plan your demise.
What if I were to cut you up and mail each part
to a different town? It would take the most brilliant private eye the rest of his life
just to put you together. a piece in each mailbox all over the planet
from Moscow to Tokyo to Guadalajara.

I wait for the day when I’ll finally defile the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers.
I’ll pile high to the sky the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers
I wait for the day when I’ll finally destroy the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers.
I’ll pile high to the sky the bodies of my ex lover’s lovers
Die die die die die die
die die die die die die die
watch them die. (x2)

I saw you with him, you looked so happy.
That will never change because I know myself
too well. I don’t have the courage to carry out my dreams
And only there will I see them
Die Die die die die die die
die die die die die die die
watch them die. (x4)

Mystify (INXS)

All veils and misty streets of blue
Almond looks – that chill divine
Some silken moment goes on forever
And we’re leaving broken hearts behind
Mystify, you mystify me
Mystify, you mystify me

I need perfection – some sense of selection
That tangles me – to keep me alive
In all that exists, none has your beauty
I see your face – I will survive

Mystify, you mystify me
Mystify, you mystify me
Eternally wild with the power
To make every moment come alive
All the stars that shine upon you
Will kiss you every night

Navoyee (Rumi)

Navoyee
Javonee bogzarad to ghadrash nadani

Ghamet dar nahan khaneh e del nasheenad
Be nazi keh laili beh mahmel nasheenad

Maranjon delem-rah keh ee morghe vashi
Zeh bami keh barkhst o moshkel nasheenad

Beh nazam beh bazme mohabatt keh anja
Gedayee va shahi moghabel nesheenad

Beh donbal e mahmal chenan zar o geyan
Keh az gerye hameh e bar gell nesheenad

Beh donbal e mahze saboktar ghadem zad
Mobada movareed beh mahmeh nesheenad

Never On a Sunday (Melina Mercouri)

Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday a Monday a Monday is very very good
Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday a Tuesday a Tuesday in fact I wish you would
Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday a Thursday a Friday and Saturday is best
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday a Sunday cause that’s my day of rest

Most any day you can be my guest Any day you say but my day of rest
Just name the day that you like the best Only stay away on my day of rest

Oh, you can kiss me on a cool day a hot day a wet day which ever one you choose
Or try to kiss me on a gray day a May day a pay day and see if I refuse
And if you make it on a bleak day a freak day or a week day Well you can be my guest
But never ever on a Sunday a Sunday the one day I need a little rest

Oh, you can kiss me on a week day a week day a week daythe day to be my guest

O Sole Mio (Giovanni Capurro / Eduardo Di Capua)

Che bella cosa na iurnata ‘e sole
N’aria serena doppo na tempesta
Pe ‘ll’aria fresca pare giana festa
Che bell cosa na iurnata ‘e sole
Manatu sole
Cciu bello oj one’
O solo mio
Sta ‘n’fronte a’te
Quanno fa notte e’o sole se ne scenne
Me vene quase na malincunia
Sotto a’ fenesta toia restarria
Qunno fa notte e’o sole se ne scenne
Manatu sole
Cciu bello oj one’
O solo mio
Sta ‘n’fronte a’te

Ojos Asi (Shakira)

Ayer conocí un cielo sin sol Y un hombre sin suelo
Un santo en prisión Y una canción triste sin dueño
Ya he ya he ya la he Y conocí tus ojos negros
Ya he ya he ya la he Y ahora sí que no
Puedo vivir sin ellos yo

Le pido al cielo sólo un deseo Que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir
He recorrido ya el mundo entero Y una cosa te vengo a decir
Viaje de bahrein hasta Beirut Fui desde el norte hasta el polo sur
Y no encontré ojos así Como los que tienes tú
Rabboussamai fikarrajaii Fi ainaiha aralhayati
Ati ilaika min haza ikaaouni Arjouka labbi labbi nidai
Viaje de bahrein hasta Beirut Fuí desde el norte hasta el polo sur
Y no encontré ojos así Como los que tienes tú

Ayer vi pasar una mujer Debajo de su camello
Un río de sal un barco Abandonado en el desierto
Ya he ya he ya la he Y vi pasar tus ojos negros
Ya he ya he ya la he Y ahora sí que no
Puedo vivir sin ellos yo

Le pido al cielo sólo un deseo Que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir
He recorrido ya el mundo entero Y una cosa te vengo a decir
Viajé de bahrein hasta Beirut Fuí desde el norte hasta el polo sur
Y no encontré ojos así Como los que tienes tú

Le pido al cielo sólo un deseo Que en tus ojos yo pueda vivir
He recorrido ya el mundo entero Y una cosa te vengo a decir
Viaje de bahrein hasta Beirut Fuí desde el norte hasta el polo sur
Y no encontré ojos así Como los que tienes tú

English Translation:
yesterday i knew a sky without sun and a man without ground
a priest in prison and a sad song without an owner
ya he, ya he, ya la he
and i knew your black eyes
ya he, ya he, ya la he
and now yes that
i can’t live without them i

asked to the heavens only one wish
that in your eyes i can live
i’ve traveled the entire world
and a thing i’m coming to say to you
i traveled from Bahrein until Beirut
i went from the north until the south pole
and i didn’t finds eyes like those
like the ones you have

rabboussamai fikarrajaii
fi ainaiha aralhayati
ati ilaika min haza lkaaouni
arjouka labbi labbi nidai
i went from the north until the south pole
and i didn’t finds eyes like those
like the ones you have

yesterday i saw a passing woman underneath her camel
a salt river, a boat abandoned in the desert
ya he, ya he, ya la he
and i saw your black eyes
ya he, ya he, ya la he
and now yes that i can’t live without them i
asked to the heavens only one wish
that in your eyes i can live
i’ve traveled the entire world
and a thing i’m coming to say to you
i traveled from Bahrein until Beirut
i went from the north until the south pole
and i didn’t finds eyes like those
like the ones you have

Oklahoma! (Rogers & Hammerstein)
Brand new state!
Brand new state, gonna treat you great!
Gonna give you barley, carrots and pertaters,
Pasture fer the cattle,
Spinach and termayters!
Flowers on the prarie where the June bugs zoom,
Plen’y of air and plen’y of room,
Plen’y of room to swing a rope!
Plen’y of heart and plen’y of hope.
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin’ down the plain
And the wavin’ wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma,
Ev’ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin’ lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We’re only sayin’
You’re doin’ fine,
Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.

On Broadway (B. Mann, C. Weil, J. Lieber, M. Stoller)

They say the neon lights are bright on broadway
They say there’s always magic in the air
When you’re walking down that street
You ain’t had enough to eat
The glitter rubs right off and you’re nowhere
They say the girls are something else on broadway
But looking at them just gives me the blues
’cause how you gonna make sometime
When all you got is one thin dime
And one thin dime won’t even shine your shoes

They say that i won’t last too long on broadway
I’ll catch the greyhound bus for home They all say
They’re all wrong I know they are
’cause i can play this here guitar
And i won’t quite till i’m a star on broadway
On broadway, on broadway,on broadway

Oci Plave Boji (Seka Aleksic)

Ne moras mi nista reci You don’t have to say anything
znam da kraj se blizi nama I know the end is near for us
znam postoji neko treci I know there exists another
u srcu ti nisam sama I’m not the only one in your heart
(2x)
Ref. 2x
Pamticu dok zivim I’ll remember as long as I live
oci plave boje Blue eyes
te su oci nekad bile Those eyes were once my mirror
ogledalo moje
Sto poslusa srce Why did my heart
moja ludo glavo Listen to my crazy head
zbog njega mi ceo zivot Because of him my whole heart
obojen u plavo Is painted blue
Sto da vise lazem sebe Why would I lie to myself
kada istinu dobro znamo When we both know the truth
nemam nista ja od tebe You haven’t given me anything
oziljak na srcu samo But a scar on my heart
(2x)
Ref. 3x

Parcel of Rogues (Scottish Traditional, lyrics by Robert Burns)

Fareweel to a’ our Scottish fame, Fareweel our ancient glory;
Fareweel to e’en our Scottish name Sae fam’d in sang and story.
Now Sark rins tae th’ Solway sands, An’ Tweed runs t’ th’ ocean..
Tae mark whaur England’s Province stands:
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!
What force or guile could not subdue Thro’ many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few For hireling traitor’s wages.
The English steel we could disdain, Secure in valour’s station.
But English gold has been our bane:
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!

Oh, would or had I seen the day That treason thus could sell us!
My auld grey head had lien in clay, Wi’ Bruce and loyal Wallace!
But, pith and power, till my last hour, I’ll make this declaration:
We were bought and sold for English gold!
Sic a parcel of rogues in a nation!

Play that Funky Music (Wild Cherry)

There was a funky singer, playing in a rock and roll band
And never had no problems burning down one night stands
And everything around me got to stop to feeling so low
And I decided quickly to disco down and check out the show

Yeah they was dancing and singing and moving to the grooving
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy, Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy

Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die
Now first it wasn’t easy changing rock and roll and minds
And things were getting shaky I thought I’d have to leave it behind
But now its so much better – I’m funking out in every way
But I’ll never lose that feeling of how I learned my lesson that day

When they were dancing and singing and moving to the grooving
And just when it hit me somebody turned around and shouted
Play that funky music white boy, Play that funky music right
Play that funky music white boy
Lay down that boogie and play that funky music till you die

Plush (Stone Temple Pilots)

And I feel time’s a wasted go
So where you going to tomorrow
And I see that these are lies to come
So would you even care
And I feel – And I feel
So where you going to tomorrow
Where you going with the mask I found
And I feel and I feel when the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone
And I feel so much depends on the weather
So is it raining in your bedroom
And I see that these are the eyes of disarray
So would you even care
And I feel it – and she feels it
So where you going to tomorrow
Where you going with the mask I found
And I feel and I feel when the dogs begin to smell her
Will she smell alone
And when the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it
And when the dogs do find her
Got time, time to wait for tomorrow
To find it, to find it, to find it

Pol (Googoosh)
Baraye khabe masoomaneye eshgh —– For innocent dream of love
Komak kon bastari az gol basazim —— Help to make a bed of flower
Baraye kouche shab hengame vahshat —– For migration of night in horrible time
Komak kon ba tane ham pol besazim —– Help to build a bridge by our bodies

Komak kon sayebooni az tarane —— Help to prepare a shelter of melody
Baraye khabe abrisham besazim —— For sleeping of silk
Komak kon ba kalame asheghane ——- Help by amorous word
Baraye zakhme shab marham besazim ——- Make a salve for wound of night

Bezar ghesmat konim tanhaimoono ——- Let share our loneliness
Miyoone sofreye shabe to ba man ——- Among your and my night table linen
Bezar beyne mano to dastaye ma ——- Let our hands be a bridge
Poli bashe vase az khod gozashtan ——- among us to pass by ourselves

To ro mishnasam ey shabgarde ashegh ——- I know you Oh night prowler of love
To ba esme shabe man ashenaei ——- You know my night name
Az andoohe to o cheshme to peydast ——- I found from your distressful eyes
Ke az il o tabare asheghaei ——- That you are from lovers’ tribe

To ro mishnasam ey sar dar gariboon ——- I know you Oh passé out
Gharibegi nakon ba high heghe man ——- Not be alien with my sob
Tane shekastato bespar be daste ——- Entrust your broken body to me
Navazesh haye daste asheghe man ——- To conoodle you with my amorous hands

Be donbale kodoom harfo kalami ——- Which words are you looking for?
Sokootet goftane tamame harfast ——- Your silence is like saying all words
To ro az tapeshe ghalbet shenakhtam ——- I knew you with your heart beat
To ghalbet, ghalbe ashegh haye donyast ——- Your heart is like lovers’ hearts of the world

To ba tanpooshi az golbargo boose ——- You in flower and kiss clothing
Mano be jashne nooro ayne bordi ——- Took me to the feast of light and mirror
Chera az saye haye shab betarsam ——- Why should I fear shadows of night
Tokhorshido be daste man sepordi ——- You surrendered my hands the sun

Komak kon jodehaye meh gerefte ——- Help the fogbound roads
Mane mosafero az to nagiran ——- Don’t grab me, the passenger of you
Komak kon ta kabootar haye khaste ——- Help that the tired pigeons
Rooye yakh bastegiye shakhe namiran ——- Not die on the icebound branches

Komak kon az mosafer haye ashegh ——- Help to inquire kindness from amorous passengers
Soraghe mehrabooni ro begirim
Komak kon ta baraye ham bemoonim ——- Help to remain for each other
Komak kon ta baraye ham bemirim ——- Help to die for each other

Powers (Blackalicious)

Met her out of town at a small cafe
She had the motion of the ocean, how her hips did sway
She had everybody looking back and everybody tooken back
And anything she wanted all the guys obeyed
She was a sight for sore pupils and
She loves to flaunt it cause she knows she’s got it and
She does the most intoxicating things
To make a man with worries feel that everything is okay
She’s got powers and I think I wanna get in her spell
Powers – every bone inside me, all of my cells
She’ll hold you down but when you need a push
She keeps it honest, she reflects and then she’ll force you to look
She’s got everything you think about and everything you dream about
There’s heaven in her smile – she’ll steal your heart like a crook
She knows just what you want and when you want it and
She goes to any measures just to see you get it and
She flows like the now – I think that she was Nephertiti
In a life before this present life was took
She got some tricks and she got some treats
She’ll shake the ground underneath you – knock you off your feet
You love everything about her from her hair down to her follicles
Hear melodies and sounds of music when she speaks
She stays consistant with her energies and
She plays those little games when it is time to play them and
She ages like the finest of wines and just a whiff of her ferment
Will make your knees get weak

Puttin’ on the Ritz (Irving Berlin)

If you’re blue and you don’t know where to go
Why don’t you go where fashion sits
Putting on the Ritz
Different types who wear a day coat
Pants with stripes and cutaway coats – perfect fits
Putting on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper
Super-duper
Come, let’s mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks
And umberellas in their mitts
Putting on the Ritz
Have you seen the well-to-do
Up and down Park Avenue
In that famous thoroughfare
With their noses in the air
High hats and arrow collars
White spats and lots of dollars
Spending every dime for a wonderful time
For a wonderful time
If you’re blue and you don’t know where to go
Why don’t you go where fashion sits
Putting on the Ritz
You’ll declare it’s just the thing to be there
And share their quips and sharp tidbits
Putting on the Ritz
Dressed up like a million dollar trouper
Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper
Super-duper
Come lets mix where Rockefellers walk with sticks
And umberellas in their mitts
Putting on the Ritz

Riding the Storm Out (R.E.O. Speedwagon)

Riding the storm out – Waiting for the thaw out
On a full moon night in the Rocky Mountain winter
My wine bottle’s low – Watching for the snow
I’ve been thinking about what I’ve been missing in the city
And I’m not missing a thing watching the full moon crossing the range
Riding the storm out
My lady’s beside me She’s there to guide me
She says that alone we’ve finally found our home
The wind outside is frightening
But it’s kinder than the lightning life in the city
It’s a hard life to live But it gives back what you give

Ring of Fire (Johnny Cash)

Love is a burning thing and it makes a firery ring
bound by wild desire I fell in to a ring of fire…
I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet when hearts like our’s meet
I fell for you like a child oh, but the fire went wild..

Rompi (Turkish Traditional)
Çadirimin üstüne ship dedi damladi
Çadirimin üstüne ship dedi damladi
Allah canimi almadi almadi
Allah canimi almadi almadi
Veresiye vere vere, kalmadi kalmadi
Veresiye vere vere, kalmadi kalmadi
Allah canimi almadi almadi Allah canimi almadi almadi
Chorus 1: Hey! Rompi Rompi Rompi Rompi
Shimdi de geldi konak vakti.
Hey! Rompi Rompi Rompi Rompi
Shimdi de geldi konak vakti
Sür sür cezveler kaynasin kaynasin
Sür sür cezveler kaynasin kaynasin
Halime’ nin göbe-gi oynasin oynasin
Halime’ nin göbe-gi oynasin oynasin
Veresiye vere vere, kalmasin kalmasin
Veresiye vere vere, kalmasin kalmasin
Allah canimi almasin almasin
Allah canimi almasin almasin
Chorus 2: Hey! Rompi Rompi Rompi Rompi
Shimdi de geldi içmek vakti.
Hey! Rompi Rompi Rompi Rompi
Shimdi de geldi içmek vakti
Sürülü de cezveler kaynasin kaynasin
Sürülü de cezveler kaynasin kaynasi
Rafiye’nin kollari oynasin oynasin
Rafiye’nin kollari oynasin oynasin
Yarin sali çarshiya varayim varayim
Yarin sali çarshiya varayim varayim
Yarime de bir potin alayim alayim
Yarime de bir potin alayim alayim
Chorus 3: Hey! Rompi Rompi Rompi Rompi Rompi
Rompi mashallah
Hey! Rompi Rompi Rompi Rompi Rompi
Rompi mashallah

Rub a Dubbin (Ken Mellons)

I could tell they were nervous when they saw me at the service
And the preacher asked if anyone had anything to say
When they said “I do” I jumped up and said “thank you!”
Cause my alimony just stopped today
Rub a dubbin in my tub – He’s sleeping in my bed
He’s watching my TV – He’s scratching my dog’s head
He thinks he’s got H.E.R. right down to a Tee
But he’s just the next ex of my old used to be

Every morning he gets up, Fires up my old truck
He used to work one job – thanks to her now he’s got two
I’ll even make him believe that he stole her from me
But some day I’m going to give him an I.O.U.

Sakura Sakura (Japanese Traditional)

Sakura sakura
Noyama mo sato mo
Miwatasu kagiri
Kasumi ka kumo ka
Asahi ni niou
Sakura sakura
Hana zakari
Sakura sakura
Yayoi no sora wa
Miwatasu kagiri
Kasumi ka kumo ka
Nioi zo izuru
Izaya izaya
Mini yu kan

(English Translation)
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,
Blanketing the countryside,
As far as you can see.
Is it a mist, or clouds?
Fragrant in the morning sun.
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,
Flowers in full bloom.
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,
Across the Spring sky,
As far as you can see.
Is it a mist, or clouds?
Fragrant in the air.
Come now, come,
Let’s look, at last!

Samiotisa (Greek Traditional)

Samiotisa, Samiotisa,
pote tha pas sti Samo?
Rodha tha rixo sto yalo, Samiotisa,
ya na’rtho na se paro.
Me ti varkoula pou tha pas
hrisa pania tha valo
malamatenia ta koupia, Samiotisa,
tha stilo ne sa paro.
Ke me ta mavra s’agapo
ke me ta leromena
Ke me ta rouha tis dhoulias,
Samiotisa, trellenoume ya sena.
Girl from Samos, when are you going to go to Samos?
I’ll throw roses on the beach, when I’ll come to pick you up.

I’ll set golden sails on the boat which you will take,
and I’ll send you golden oars, girl from Samos, to pick you up.

I love you even when you’re wearing black clothes, or dirty ones,
and even in your working clothes you drive me crazy, girl from Samos.

Santa Lucia (Teodoro Cottreau)
Sul mare Lucica, l’astro dargento – Placida e londa, prospero e il vento
Venite alagile, barchetta mia – Santa Lucia – Santa Lucia
Con questo zephiro, cosi so ave – O come bello star su la nave
Su passagieri, venite via – Santa Lucia – Santa Lucia
In fra le tende, bandir la cena – in una sera, cosi serena
Che non domanda, che non desia – Santa Lucia – Santa Lucia

Mare si placido, vento si caro – scordar fa i triboli, al marinaro
Eva gridando, con allegria – Santa Lucia – Santa Lucia

O dolce Napoli, o suol beato – ove sorridere, volle il creato
tu se li impero, dell armonia – Santa Lucia – Santa Lucia

Or che tardate, bella e la sera – spira unaretta, fresca e leggera
Venite allagile, barchetta mia – Santa Lucia – Santa Lucia

Scarborough Fair (British traditional)
Are you going to Scarborough Fair – Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme?
Remember me to one who lives there – she once was a true love of mine
Tell her to make me a cambric shirt – Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Without no seam nor fine needle work – then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land – Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
Between the sea foam and above the cold sand – then she’ll be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it with a sicle of leather – Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
And gather it all in a bushel of heather – then she’ll be a true love of mine

Love imposes impossible tasks – Parsley Sage Rosemary and Thyme
But never more than any heart asks – and I must know she’s a true love of mine

Serenity (Godsmack)

As I sit here and slowly close my eyes
I take another deep breath
And feel the wind pass through my body

I’m the one in your soul
Reflecting inner light
Protect the ones who hold you
Cradling your inner child

I need serenity – in a place where I can hide
I need serenity – Nothing changes, days go by

Where do we go when we just don’t know
And how do we relight the flame when it’s cold
Why do we dream when our thoughts mean nothing
And when will we learn to control

Tragic visions slowly stole my life
Tore away everything – cheating me out of my time
I’m the one who loves you
No matter wrong or right
And every day I hold you
I hold you with my inner child

Shambala (Three Dog Night)

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
With the rain from Shambala
Wash away my sorrow, wash away my shame
With the rain from Shambala
Everyone is helpful, everyone is kind
On the road to Shambala
Everyone is lucky, everyone is so kind
On the road to Shambala
How does your light shine in the halls of Shambala
I can tell my sister by the flowers in her eyes
On the road to Shambala
I can tell my brother by the stars in his eyes
On the road to Shambala

Silent Lucidity (Queensreich)

Hush now don’t you cry
Wipe away the teardrop from your eye
You’re lying safe in bed
It was all a bad dream spinning in your head
Your mind tricked you to feel the pain
Of someone close to you leaving the game of life
So here it is another chance
Wide awake you face the day – your dream is over
Or has it just begun
There’s a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run to in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn’t realize it, and you were scared
It’s a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the tears
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see this magic new dimension
I will be watching over you
I am going to help you see it through
I will protect you in the night
I am smiling next to you – in silent lucidity
If you open your mind for me
You won’t rely on open eyes to see
The wall you built within – come tumbling down
And a new world will begin
Living twice at once you learn
You’re safe from the pain in the dream domain
A soul set free to fly
A round trip journey in your head
Master of illusion can you realize
Your dream’s alive, you can be the guide, but..

Smoke on the Water (Deep Purple)

We all came out to montreux on the Lake Geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile – We didn’t have much time
Frank Zappa and The Mothers were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun burned the place to the ground

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
They burned down the gambling house – it died with an awful sound
Funky Claude was running in and out – Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over we had to find another place
But Swiss time was running out – It seemed that we would lose the race

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

We ended up at the Grand Hotel – It was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds we make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this – I know we’ll never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky

Songs from the Wood (Ian Anderson/Jethro Tull)

Let me bring you songs from the wood to make you feel much better than you could know
Show you how the garden grows
Dust you down from tip to toe
Hold you steady as you go
Join the chorus if you can
It will make of you an honest man
Let me bring you love from the fields
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain
To heal the wound and still the pain that threatens again and again
As you drag down every lover’s lane
Life’s long celebration’s here
I’ll toast you all in penny cheer
Let me bring you all things refined
Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale
Greetings, well met fellow, hail
I am the wind to fill your sail
I am the cross to take your nail
A sing in these ageless times
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes
Songs from the wood making you feel better

Staying Alive (Bee Gees)

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm. I’ve been kicked around since I was born.
And now it’s all right, it’s O.K – And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand – The New York Times’ effect on man.

Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother,
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Feel the city breakin’ and ev’rybody shakin’
And we’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, Stayin’ alive. Stayin’ alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, Stayin’ alive.
Well now, I get low and I get high and if I can’t get either I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes – I’m a dancin’ man and I just can’t lose.
You know it’s all right, it’s O.K. – I’ll live to see another day.
We can try to understand – The New York Times’ effect on man.

Life goin’ nowhere. Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah. Life goin’ nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin’ alive

Stray Cat Strut (Brian Setzer)

Black and orange stray cat sitting on a fence
Ain’t got enough dough to pay the rent
I’m flat broke but I don’t care
I strut right by with my tail in the air

Stray cat strut I’m a lady’s guy
I’m a feline Cassanova – hey man that’s I
Get a shoe thrown at me by a mean old man
Get my dinner from a garbage can

Yeah don’t cross my path!

I don’t bother chasing mice around
I slink down the alley looking for a fight
Howling to the moon on a hot summer night

Singing the blues while the lady cats cry
Wild stray cat – you’re a real gone guy
I wish I could be as carefree and wild
But I’ve got cat class and I’ve got cat style

That’s Amore (Harry Warren, Jack Brooks)

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, That’s Amore
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine, That’s Amore
Bells will ring, ting aling aling, ting aling aling, and you’ll sing “Vita bella”
Hearts will play, tippy tippy tay, tippy tippy tay, like a gay tarentalla
When the stars make you drool just like pasta fazool, That’s Amore
When you dance down the street with a cloud at your feet, you’re in love
When you walk in a dream but you know you’re not dreaming, signore
Scuza me, but you see, back in old Napoli, That’s Amore

The Best Is Yet To Come (C. Coleman, C. Leigh)
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum
You came along and everything’s startin’ to hum
Still, it’s a real good bet, the best is yet to come

Best is yet to come and babe, won’t that be fine?
You think you’ve seen the sun, but you ain’t seen it shine

Wait till the warm-up’s underway
Wait till our lips have met
And wait till you see that sunshine day
You ain’t seen nothin’ yet

The best is yet to come and babe, won’t it be fine?
Best is yet to come, come the day you’re mine

Come the day you’re mine
I’m gonna teach you to fly
We’ve only tasted the wine
We’re gonna drain the cup dry

Wait till your charms are right for these arms to surround
You think you’ve flown before, but baby, you ain’t left the
ground

a-Wait till you’re locked in my embrace
Wait till I draw you near
a-Wait till you see that sunshine place
Ain’t nothin’ like it here

The best is yet to come and babe, won’t it be fine?
The best is yet to come, come the day you’re mine

Come the day you’re mine
And you’re gonna be mine

The Cat Came Back (American Traditional)

Well just like everybody you’ve got troubles of our own
But let me tell you mister of the sorrows I have known
I had an old gray cat who wouldn’t let me sleep
He spent the nights a howling and he wouldn’t let me sleep
So I put him in a box and I toed it up quite well
I had some fellows help me and I paid them not to tell
They put him on a boxcar, the Westbound seven ten
The train pulled away and was never seen again
But the cat came back the very next day
Yes the cat came back and he wouldn’t stay away
Meow kitty, meow so pretty
Meow such a pity but the cat came back
So I took him to the harbor and I put him on a ship
I bid him bon voyage for that oceanic trip
The captain was obliging and glad to help us out
They tied him to the anchor so that there could be no doubt
Well I heard the sad report of that mighty storm at sea
And though it may sound heartless I was happy as could be
The papers said the ship went down beneath a heavy gale
And not a single soul was left to tell the awful tale
But the cat came back the very next day
Yes the cat came back and he wouldn’t stay away
Meow kitty, meow so pretty
Meow such a pity but the cat came back
So I gave him to a scientist destined for the moon
The cat was used for ballast in an outer space balloon
I guess you know what happened, that balloon is up there still
And early that next morning guess what came across the hill
Meow – that’s right
Now everyone in town was sworn to shoot that cat on sight
With that crazy cat around you couldn’t sleep at night
We even formed a posse just to hunt the critter down
You could hear the guns a’blazing as we ran him out of town
But the cat came back the very next day
Yes the cat came back and he wouldn’t stay away
Meow kitty, meow so pretty
Meow such a pity but the cat came back
Here’s the moral to our story when looking for a friend
If you get an old gray cat, he’s yours until the end
You’ll never drive him off no matter what you do
Bear in mind this dreadful tale that we have told to you

The Foggy Dew (Irish traditional, words by Alfred Percival Graves)

Oh a wan cloud was drawn oer the dim weeping dawn as to Shannon’s side I returned at last
And the heart in my breast for the girl I love best was beating a beating so loud and fast
While the hopes and the fears of the long aching years seemed mingling their voices with the moaning flood
Till full in my path like a wild water wraith my true love’s form lamenting stood
But the sudden sun kissed the cold cruel mist into dancing showers of diamond dew
And the dark flowing stream laughed back at his beam and the lark soared singing aloft in the blue
Twas no shadow of night but a form of delight stood arms outstretched for her darling boy
And the girl I love best on my wild throbbing breast hid her thousand treasures with a cry of joy

The Minstrel Boy (Irish Traditional)

The minstrel boy to the war is gone
In the ranks of death you’ll find him
His father’s sword he has girded on
And his wild harp slung behind him
Land of song sang the warrior bard
Though all the world betray thee
One sword at last will defend thy rights
And one faithful harp will praise thee
The minstrel boy will return one day
When we hear the news we all will cheer it
The minstrel boy will return we pray
Torn perhaps in body, not in spirit
Then may he play on his harp in peace
In a world such as heaven intended
For all the bitterness of man must cease
And every battle must be ended

The Wearing of the Green (Irish Traditional / words by Dion Boucicault)

Oh Paddy dear and did you hear the news that’s going round
The Shamrock is by law forbid to grow on Irish ground
Saint Patrick’s Day no more to keep, his color can’t be seen
For there’s a Bloody law against the wearing of the green
I met with Napper Tandy and he took me by the hand
And he said, “How’s poor Ireland and where does she stand?”
She’s the most distressful country that ever you have seen
For they’re hanging men and women there for the wearing of the green
Then since the color we must wear is England’s cruel red
Sure Ireland’s sons will never forget the blood that they have shed
You can take the Shamrock from your hat and cast it on the sod
But it will take root and flourish there though under foot it’s trod
When the law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow
And when the leaves of summertime their verdue dare not show
Then I will change the color that I wear in my corbeen
But till that day, please God, I’ll stick to the wearing of the green
But if at last our color should be torn from Ireland’s heart
Her sons, with shame and sorrow, from the dear old soil will part
I’ve heard whispers of a coutnry that lies far beyond the sea
Where rich and poor stand equal in the light of freedom’s day
Oh Erin, must we leave you, driven by the tyrant’s hand
Must we ask a mother’s welcome from a strange but happier land?
Where the cruel cross of England’s thraldom never shall be seen
And where, thank God, we’ll live and die still wearing of the green!

They Call the Wind Mariah (Frederick Loewe, Alan Jay Lerner)

Away out here they have a name for rain and wind and fire.
The rain is Tess, the fire’s Joe and they call the wind Mariah.
Mariah blows the stars around and sets the clouds a-flyin’.
Mariah makes the mountains sound like folks was out there dyin’.
Mariah. (Mariah). Mariah. (Mariah).
They call the wind Mariah.

Before I knew Mariah’s name and heard her wail and whinin’,
I had a gal and she had me and the sun was always shinin’.
But then one day I left my gal. I left her far behind me
and now I’m lost, so gol’ darn lost not even God can find me.
Mariah. (Mariah). Mariah. (Mariah).
They call the wind Mariah.
Out here they have a name for rain and wind and fire only.
When you’re lost and all alone, there ain’t no name for lonely.
And I’m a lost and lonely man without a star to guide me.
Mariah blow my love to me. I need my gal beside me.

Time in a Bottle (Jim Croce)

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
Till Eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you

If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with

Tunak Tunak Tun (Daler Mehndi)

refrain: (5x)
Tunk tunk Tun – Tunk tunk Tun – Tunk tunk Tun
Da Da Da
Dholna vaje tumbe val tarr
Soode dil de pukar
Aaja karle ye pyar
Dholna

Duniya yaara rang-birangi’ naal
Paidi naye changi
Soonn yaara bole ek tara
Robert da yaara (originally Mehndi)
Dholna kadeh mere nal hass
Mainu dil valli dass
Nahin tann teri meri bass
Dholna
Dholna tu chann mein chakor
Sadde varga na hor
Rab hath saddi dor
Dholna
Duniya yaara rang-birangi’ naal
Paidi naye changi
Soonn yaara bole ek tara
Noiseman da yaara

English Translation:
Tunak Tun Da Da Da
Sweetheart, the strings of the instrument play
listen to what the heart says
Come and love me
Sweetheart…
The world is a colorful place
it’s not good nor bad
Listen friends the iktaara(1) says
Robert’s friends
Sweetheart, come smile with me sometimes
My heart’s keeper (lover) look
This body is not under your or my control
Sweetheart…
Sweetheart, you are moon and I am Chakor(2)
there no one like us
Our threads of life is in the hands of god
Sweetheart
The world is a colorful place
it’s not good nor bad
Listen friends the iktaara(1) says
Noiseman’s friends

(1) iktaara = Musical instrument with one string
(2) Chakor = A mythical bird that is supposed to look at the moon continuously like it is in love with it

Turkish Song of the Damned (Shane MacGowan / Jem Finer)

I come old friend from hell tonight Across the rotting sea
Nor the nails of the Cross Nor the blood of Christ
Can bring you help this eve
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee
They stand outside your door four score and three
Did you keep a watch for a dead man’s wind
Did you see the woman with the comb in her hand
Wailing away on the wall on the strand
As you danced to the Turkish song of the damned

You remember when the ship went down you left me on the deck
The captain’s corpse jumped up and threw his arms around my neck
For all these years I’ve had him on my back
This debt cannot be paid with all your jack

And as I sit and talk to you I see your face go white
This shadow hanging over me is no trick of the light
The spectre on my back will soon be free
The dead have come to claim a debt from thee

Unforgiven (Metallica)

New blood joins this earth and quickly he’s subdued
through constant pain disgrace the young boy learns their rules
with time the child draws in this whipping boy done wrong
deprived of all his thoughts the young man struggles on and on he’s known
a vow unto his own that never from this day
his will they’ll take away
what I’ve felt – what I’ve known
never shined through in what I’ve shown
never be – never see
won’t see what might have been
what I’ve felt – what I’ve known
never shined through in what I’ve shown
never free – never me
so I dub thee unforgiven

they dedicate their lives to running all of his
he tries to please them all this bitter man he is
throughout his life the same he’s battled constantly
this fight he cannot win a tired man they see no longer cares
the old man then prepares to die regretfully
that old man here is me

what I’ve felt – what I’ve known
never shined through in what I’ve shown
never be – never see
won’t see what might have been
what I’ve felt – what I’ve known
never shined through in what I’ve shown
never free – never me
so I dub thee unforgiven
you labeled me – I’ll label you
so I dub thee unforgiven

Vittoria Mio Core (Giacomo Carissimi)

Vittoria mio core! Non lagrimar piu!
E sciolta d’amore la vil servitu
Gia l’empia a’tuoi danni
Fra stuolo di sguardi
Con vezzi buiardi dispose gl’inganni
Le frodi, gl’affanni, non hanno piu loco
Del crudo suo foco e spento l’ardore
Da luci ridenti non esce piu strale
Che piaga mortale nel petto m’avventi
Nel duol ne’ tormenti
Io piu non mi sfaccio
E rotto ogni laccio
Sparito il timore

Vernow Trelawney Bras (Cornish Traditional)

Gans cledha da yn dorn yu lel, Gwyr lowen an golon
Yth aswon Myghtern Jamys fel, Pandr’wrello Kernowyon
Yu ordnys le ha prys ancow, Trelawny dos dh’y fin?
Mes ugans myl an dus Kernow, Gothvos an praga ‘vyn
Vernow Trelawney bras? Vernow Trelawney bras?
Ottomma ugans myl Kernow a woffyth oll an cas
Yu meth an Capten bew y wos, Gwas jolyf yn mysk cas
“Tour Loundress kyn fe Carrek Los, Yn dylerfsen dewhaus”
Ny a dres Tamar tyr dhe dyr, By ‘ny vyth Havren let
Ha scoth ryp scoth cowetha gwyr, Pyu orthyn-ny a set?
Vernow Trelawney bras? Vernow Trelawney bras?
Ottomma ugans myl Kernow a woffyth oll an cas
Devedhys bys yn fos Loundress, Gwel dek dhyn ny a gry
“Deugh mes ownegyou oll, deugh mes! Gwel on agresough-why!”
Trelawney yn avel felon, fast yn cargharow tyn
Mes ugans myl a Gernowyon, Gothvos an ken a vyn
Vernow Trelawney bras? Vernow Trelawney bras?
Ottomma ugans myl Kernow a woffyth oll an cas

Volare (Dominico Modungo, F. Migliacci, Mitchell Parish)

Volare, oh oh
Cantare, oh oh oh oh
Let’s fly way up to the clouds
Away from the maddening crowds
We can sing in the glow of a star that I know of
Where lovers enjoy peace of mind
Let us leave the confusion and all disillusion behind
Just like bird of a feather, a rainbow together we’ll find
Volare, oh oh
E contare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Penso che un sogno cosi non ritorni mai piu
Mi dipingevo le mani e la faccia di blu
Poi d’improvviso venivo dal vento rapito
E incominciavo a volare nel cielo infinito
Volare, oh oh
E contare, oh oh oh oh
Nel blu, dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu
E volavo, volavo felice piu in alto del sole ed ancora piu su
Mentre il mondo pian piano spariva lontano laggiu
Una musica dolce suonava soltanto per me
Volare, Oh!, Oh!,
Cantare, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
Nel blu degli occhi tuoi blu,
Felice de stare quaggiù.
E continuo a volare, felice Più in alto del sole ed ancora più in su.
Mentre il mondo pian’ piano Scompare negli occhi tuoi blu,
La tua voce e una musica dolce Che suona per me.

Volare, oh oh
E cantare, oh oh oh oh
No wonder my happy heart sings
Your love has given me wings
Nel blu, dipinto di blu
Felice di stare lassu

Voodoo (Godsmack)

I’m not the one who’s so far away
When I feel the snake bite enter my veins
Never did I wanna be here again
And I don’t remember why I came
Candles raise my desire – why I’m so far away
No more meaning to my life – no more reason to stay
Freezing feeling – breathe in, breathe in
I’m coming back again

Hazing clouds rain on my head
Empty thoughts fill my ears
Find my shade by the moonlight
Why my thoughts aren’t so clear
Demons dreaming – breathe in, breathe in
I’m coming back again
Voodoo

Whip It (Devo)

Crack that whip – give the past a slip
Step on a crack – break your mamma’s back
When a problem comes along – you must whip it
Before the cream sits out too long – you must whip it
When something’s going wrong – you must whip it
Now whip it into shape – shape it up – get straight
Go forward – move ahead – try to detect it
It’s not too late to whip it – and whip it good
When a good time turns around – you must whip it
You will never live it down – Unless you whip it
No one gets their way – until they whip it
I say whip it – whip it good

Wicked Game (Chis Isaak)

The world was on fire – no one could save me but you
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you
No I don’t want to fall in love
(this love is only gonna break your heart)
With you
What a wicked game you play – to make me feel this way
What wicked thing to do – to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say – you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do – to make me dream of you

Wildfire (Michael Martin Murphy)

She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down his stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There’s been a hoot owl howlin’ by my window now
For six nights in a row
She’s coming for me I know
And on Wildfire we’re both gonna go
We’ll be riding Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire
She ran calling Wildfire

Y.M.C.A. (Village People)

Young man, there’s no need to feel down.
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground.
I said, young man, ’cause you’re in a new town
There’s no need to be unhappy.
Young man, there’s a place you can go.
I said, young man, when you’re short on your dough.
You can stay there, and I’m sure you will find
Many ways to have a good time.
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
They have everything for you men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys …
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,
You can do what about you feel …
Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, what do you want to be?
I said, young man, you can make real your dreams.
But you got to know this one thing!
No man does it all by himself.
I said, young man, put your pride on the shelf,
And just go there, to the y.m.c.a.
I’m sure they can help you today.
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
They have everything for you men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys …
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,
You can do what about you feel …
Young man, I was once in your shoes.
I said, I was down and out with the blues.
I felt no man cared if I were alive.
I felt the whole world was so tight …
That’s when someone came up to me,
And said, young man, take a walk up the street.
There’s a place there called the y.m.c.a.
They can start you back on your way.
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It’s fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
They have everything for you men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys …
Y-m-c-a … you’ll find it at the y-m-c-a.
Young man, young man, there’s no need to feel down.
Young man, young man, get yourself off the ground.
Y-m-c-a … you’ll find it at the y-m-c-a.
Young man, young man, there’s no need to feel down.
Young man, young man, get yourself off the ground.
Y-m-c-a … just go to the y-m-c-a.
Young man, young man, are you listening to me?
Young man, young man, what do you wanna be?

Yellow Submarine (John Lennon, Paul McCartney/Beatles)

In the town where I was born,
Lived a man who sailed to sea,
And he told us of his life,
In the land of submarines,
So we sailed up to the sun,
Till we found a sea of green,
And we lived beneath the waves,
In our yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
And our friends are all aboard,
Many more of them live next door,
And the band begins to play.
(Trumpets play)
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
(weird sounds)
As we live a life of ease,
Everyone of us has all we need (has all we need)
Sky of blue (sky of blue) and sea of green (sea of green)
In our yellow (in our yellow) submarine (submarine. Blaha)
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine,
We all live in a yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine.

You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away (John Lennon, Paul McCartney/Beatles)

Here i stand head in hand
Turn my face to the wall
If she´s gone i can´t go on
Feeling two foot small
Everywhere people stare
Each and everyday
I can see them laugh at me
And i hear them say
Hey, you´ve got to hide your love away
Hey, you´ve got to hide your love away
How can i even try?
I can never win
Hearing them seeing them
In the state i´m in
How could she say to me
“Love will find a way”
Gather ´round all you clowns
Let me hear you say
Hey, you´ve got to hide your love away
Hey, you´ve got to hide your love away

Zai el Hawa – Like Love (Abdul Halim Hafez)
(Arabic Transliteration by Amira of San Francisco)
Zai el hawa ya habibi, zai el hawa
Wei ah meil hawa ya habibi
Wei khateinee mein eedee ya habibi wei msheena
Taht el amar ghaneina, wei seiheirma wei hakeina
Wei fee eiz el kalam, seikeit el kalam
Watareenee maskeil hawa bei’ daya,
Wei ah weil hawa Wei ghateinee woumsheena, weil farhei domeina
Wein seena ya habibi meen enta wei meen ana
Hasseit einee hawana hai-eesh meilyon sana
Wei ba-eit weinta ma-aya, el dony meilk eidaya
Atlob ala hawaya, tei-oul amrak ya einaya
Khayeif weimsheet wana khayeif
Eedee bei-eedak, wana khayeif
Khayeif ala farheit albee
Khayeif ala shoee wei hobee
Wei yama olteilak ana, weihna fee eiz ol hana
Olteilak ya habib – Lana adeil farha deiya
Wei halawteil farha deiya
Khayeif laf yom mei leila, ma laeikshee bein eidaya
Tei rouh wei teegee, weit gheeb alaya
Wei olteilee ya habibi, sa-eitha
Dee donyeitee entalee maleikha
Wei khateinee ya habibi, we rohtei tayeir
Wei foteinee ya habibi, wei albee hayeim
Wei olteilee ra-geia, bokra ana ra-geia
Weifdeilt meistanee b-amanee, wei maleel beit
Beil ward, bei sho’ beil hob, beil aghanee
Shama(a) ayeid bei ahla keilma fo’ leisanee
Kan da halee ya habibi, ya habibi lama geit
Radeidna el keilmal heilwa
El heilwa sawa
Wei dobna maa toul el sham-a
Dobna sawa
We do’na halawteil hob
Do’ naha sawa
Fee lahza laeitak ya habibi, ya habibi
Zai dawameit hawa
Rameit el ward, tafeit el shama ya habibi
Weil gheinwal heilwa malaha damaa ya habibi
Wei fei eiz el amaal
Daa meineel amal
Watareenee, maskeil hawa bei’ daya
Maskeil hawa
Wei ah weil hawa ya habibi

(English Translation) Like love, oh my love, like love
Go watch over me from love oh my love
And you took me by my hand oh my love, and we walked
Under the moon we sang, and we stayed up the night and we talked
And while talking, words have stopped
And it seems that I was holding love in my hands.
God watch over me from love
And you took me and we walked, and the joy surrounding us
And we forgot oh my love, who you are and who I am
I felt that my love is going to last one million years.
And while you are with me, the world has become all mine
I ask as I wish, you’d say “what ever you like” ah my eyes.
Afraid, and I walked, afraid
My hands an yours, and I’m afraid
Afraid to lose the joy of my heart
Afraid to lose my longing and my love
And so many times I told you, while were were so very happy
I told you oh my love, I’m not up to this joy
And the beauty of this joy.
I’m afraid that in a day and a night, I won’t find you between my hands
You’d go and come back, and would leave me
And you told me oh my love, at that moment
“My world belongs to you”
And you took me oh my love and you went flying
And you left me oh my love, and my heart in wonder
And you told me you’d come back, tomorrow “I’ll come back.”
And I kept on waiting with hopes, filling the house.
With flowers, with love, with longiness, with songs
Lit up candles and ready with the most beautiful word on my tongue
That was my state of being, oh my love when you came.
We sang the beautiful word
The beautiful one together
And we melted with the length of the candle
We melted together
And we lasted the beauty of love
We lasted it together
And in a moment I found you oh my love
Like a whirlpool of love
I threw out the flowers, blew out the candle oh my love.
And the beautiful song was filled with tears oh my love
And in the middle of hope
I lost al hope
It revealed to me I was holding the wind in my hands
Holding the wind
And god watches over me from love.

The second list consists of songs written by Robert Bruce Scott and various collaborators. All righs reserved. Several of these songs are currently performed either by RBS or il Troubadore.

2 Shots in 10 © 1985 Robert Bruce Scott

Life is changed, what you see is lost without a gain
The mirror’s gone, no one can tell what is right or wrong

Why, why must it end this way
Can’t you see I, I wanted it to stay
But it, it must go anyway, 2 shots in 10

Honestly, Do you know if it was meant to be
Wise men pause, accidnet without a cause

War, war must end this way
Can’t you see I, I wanted it to say
But it stays silent anyway, 2 shots in 10

[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 10: David Anderson – keyboards; Casey Gray – lead vocal, lead guitar; RBS – vocals, guitar]

Abraham © 2002 Robert Bruce Scott

Abraham
Pray for peace among your children
Pray for peace along the Jordan

[THE TROUBADOUR and the 16th Century Rock Band – Bonnie Rose Track 2: RBS – lead vocal, mandolin, tambourine; Martha Aponte – vocals; Susan Diekman – bassoon]

And They Dance – © 2000 Robert Bruce Scott

Fresh cut honeysuckle vine strung around the room
Roses and candles and scented wine, her love would be there soon

Pausing at her lover’s door, smoothing down her dress
Garlands woven in her hair, her lady to impress

In the silent drawing room – two ladies hand in hand
Candlelit shadows caressing them, swaying slowly as they stand

And they dance – hair flowing mingled down
And they dance – caught in the light of their love
And they dance

Flowing round in circles now, a love that they both know
Soft warm eyes and brilliant smiles reflected in the glow

[THE TROUBADOUR and the 16th Century Rock Band – Bonnie Rose Track 4: RBS – lead vocal, mandolin, tambourine; Martha Aponte – vocals; Susan Diekman – bassoon]

Apple of God’s Eye © 1994, Robert Bruce Scott

Beating out every minute of time in the dark against a brilliant sky full of clocks and the same change is changing, turning its course all around, it’s making things that are new. Accumulated variations, advantageous mutations, the differences constantly re-defining the norm and the greatest connotations are sleeping and storming, roving, growing, consuming, dying, and being born . . .

It’s the Apple of God’s eye, from benzene rings to the Cambrian explosion
Creating space and time
Time to see it, time to feel it, time to react to it, time to think about it

Catestrophic catylists laying the groundwork, burying the past guarentee future room: the noisy jubulation of the forest stirring and waking preceeds another long day to breathe, to hunt and to learn. Niches generate things that are carving out niches – the cycles keep on cycling but grow more complex and every generation builds on and receeds from the last one growing stronger, faster, smarter, improving the seed

The quest for the sublime and the creation of space and time is bringing order out of chaos
If only for a little while . . .

[RBS – Woody Track 7: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, drums]

Black Cauldron – © 2003 Robert Bruce Scott

The white stag is cooking in the ebbing water from the river
The time has come for the king to deliver on his promise

By this cauldron I promise you there will be no plague
By this cauldron I promise you there will be no drought, no famine

When the sun shone and the rains came early
You always would be the first among us
Every day we would crown your head with a ring of garlands
As is your due

The white stag is cooking in the ebbing water from the river
The time has come for the king to deliver on his promise

By this cauldron I promise you there will be no plague
By this cauldron I promise you there will be no drought, no famine
With the white stag sent by the goddess I will protect you
With my body

When the sun shone and the rains came early
Every maiden would come first to you
So you would be surrounded by your children
As is your due

The white stag is cooking in the ebbing water from the river
The time has come for the king to deliver on his promise

Bonnie Rose – © 2001 Robert Bruce Scott

Time passes and my bonnie rose gets left behind – she’s being left behind
But she waits for me – that’s what I believe – although I can’t know – I cannot know
if it’s true or not – but my time is come – and I must go – got to find a way
across this freezing sea – across this gulf of time
she’d be a stranger here – I’ll be in danger there

and there’s no way home – there’ll be no going home
only one way across this freezing sea

She speaks to me – my bonnie rose – with the words she writes – the words she left for me
She was there – she knew I’d be here – across this freezing sea – across this gulf of time
a desparate lass in a desparate land – a desparate time for my bonnie rose
and so I must go – leave the home I love – leave this paradise as I’ve already done

and there’s no way home – there’ll be no going home
only one way across this freezing sea

I’ve got a letter here from my bonnie rose – there’s another one I left for myself
I’ve already gone to my bonnie rose – I must follow me – there’s no turning back

and there’s no way home – there’ll be no going home
only one way across this freezing sea
only one way across this gulf of time
only one way to my bonnie rose
only one way I’ll ever know if it’s true

[THE TROUBADOUR and the 16th Century Rock Band – Bonnie Rose Track 1: RBS – lead vocal, mandolin; Susan Diekman – bassoon]

Chain of Evil © 1996, Robert Bruce Scott

Down through the ages – out of the shawdows – up from the mist – a rose and a crown
Word long unspoken – somehow unforgotten – like flames out of the ashes
They spring up to haunt you

Heart of Gold – Chain of Evil – under stone – foretold by dreams
It’s a Heart of Gold – it’s a Chain of Evil – and songs unsung unleash it’s power

Terror in the darkness – fleeing through the shawdows
Nowhere to run to when you wake up in cold sweat
While sleep evades you the lullaby pervades you
Singing of a rose and crown and ancient prophesy

Heart of Gold – Chain of Evil – under stone – foretold by dreams
It’s a Heart of Gold – it’s a Chain of Evil and the things that you don’t do will bring it back on you
Bring it back on you

The burden’s on your shoulders for some unspoken reason
You must take up the rose and crown and face up to the past
Which is the future – only you can find the answer
You can’t turn away for this song will never leave you

Heart of Gold – Chain of Evil – under stone – foretold by dreams
It’s a Heart of Gold – it’s a Chain of Evil – and songs unsung unleash it’s power
Heart of Gold – Chain of Evil – under stone – foretold by dreams
It’s a Heart of Gold – it’s a Chain of Evil and the things that you don’t do will bring it back on you
Bring it back on you

[RBS – The Light Track 1: RBS – lead vocal, guitars, keyboards, bass, drums; Cody Dorrell – vocals]

Christian © 1990, Robert Bruce Scott

Chritian, ooh, can’t you see the changes you cause in me?
I feel like I’m in school, sometimes I feel that you’re teaching me

Night after night I lie awake thinking of the things you said to me
And I wonder if it’s true? What you say you feel, can I believe it too?
Is it for real or is it just inside your head? Your head or your heart?

Christian, you know that sometimes you seem to move too fast
You frighten me by what you say and do, sometimes I feel that you try too hard

Night after night I lie awake thinking of the things you said to me
And I wonder if it’s true? What you say you feel, can I believe it too?
Is it for real or is it just inside your head? Your head or your heart?
Your head or your heart? Christian, just what do you feel inside your heart?
Is it what you’ve been told you should feel?

Christian, the things you put me through, just how much do you think I can take?
How can I say that I do when I’m not really sure that I want to?

[RBS – Virtual America Track 3: RBS – vocals, piano, guitar, keyboards, bass, drums]

Christmas Medley (Instrumental) © 1998, Robert Bruce Scott
[THREE TREES and Friends – Christmas on the Boulevard Track 5: Donald Hancock – pipe organ]

Christmas on the Boulevard (Instrumental) © 1998, Robert Bruce Scott and David Smith

[THREE TREES and Friends – Christmas on the Boulevard Track 17: Donna Montgomery – 1st violin; Aubrina Bateman – 2nd violin; Susan Diekman – viola; Michael Hawthorne – cello]

Christmas Overture (Instrumental) © 1998, Robert Bruce Scott
[THREE TREES and Friends – Christmas on the Boulevard Track 2: RBS – keyboards]

Come Gather Round the Christmas Tree © 1998, Robert Bruce Scott

Come Gather Round the Christmas Tree
With Ornaments and popcorn strings And candy canes and tinsel
Come decorate the Christmas tree
With presents and lights And peace and hope and love

And the family and the children gathered round
And fond memories of joyful Christmas sounds
The food we prepare, the love we share
The gifts we bring, the carols we sing

And the greatest joy among all these things
Is when the youngest one asks, “Mommy, Daddy, “What does all this mean?”

Tonight we celebrate the birth of the Christ child, The birth of the Son of God
Two thousand years or so ago a star shone over Bethlehem, And mankind was redeemed
And so we sing Gloria in Excelcis, Adeste Fidelis, Joy to the World the Lord is come

And so we gather round the Christmas tree
Give presents and sing carols, For the birth of our Lord
Prince of Peace, King of Kings
So come gather round the Christmas tree tonight

[THREE TREES and Friends – Christmas on the Boulevard Track 9: Casey Gray – vocals; RBS – vocals, Celtic harp; Sherra Gray – lead vocal]

Commercial America © 1995, Robert Bruce Scott

Coffee made wonderful as France if they can sell it with romance
Anything that can be sentimentalized just sells for twice the price
For this is commercial America, we’re doing it country cool
Where everyone wants to be your buddy and you know this one is strictly for you

Across the sea there lives a shining land, a new and different idea
A land of many promises and you get to watch them all on TV
We’ll take the lines from your face and the gray from your hair
And wherever it is you can get there by air
You can get it for less and with no money down
If you buy one now, you’ll get one free, free, free

I want to work at home and be a millionare
Well there’s a book that can show you how from the people who know and care,
know and care I want to be a millionaire, millionaire, millionaire

Surely I’ve done all my time, surely I’ve watied long enough
Surely there are no more dues to pay, no more dues to pay, dues to pay
Doo’s Toupe
We’ll give a full head of hair if you want it, We’ll give a full head of hair if you want it
Give me a full head of hair, I want it. Give me a full head. Give me a fool head
Give me a full head. Give me a fool head. Give me a fool, give me a fool
Give me a fool and his money, no that’s not me, no that’s not me
I’m clipping my coupons, I’m watching TV
I’m hunting for bargains and I’m getting one free cause I’m buying it now,
I’m buying it now, I’m buying it now and I’m charging it!

[RBS – Virtual America Track 7: RBS – vocals, guitar, keyboards, bass, drums]

Cream Puff Shuffle © 1985 Robert Bruce Scott

Everyone knew when Loretta hit the dance floor
that things would begin to shake
You see she weighed four-hundred and ten,
we weren’t sure how much the floor would take
But that girl could dance, yeah she could dance, doing the cream puff shuffle

You just get out on the floor and let the fat roll and leave the rest to fate
Once you get everyone hooked on the creampuffs then it will be too late
‘Cause that girl could dance, yeah she could dance, doing the cream puff shuffle

When Loretta came to dance she thought that no one would care
After all the cream puff dance has equal rights to the air
But when the doorman took her out, he escorted her to his lair

First you start to wiggle then you start to shake, you can take the rest from there
Once those creampuffs really get to baking, nobody will really care
‘Cause she could dance, yeah that girl could dance, doing the cream puff shuffle

[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 9: David Anderson – vocals, drums; Casey Gray – vocals, bass; RBS – lead vocal, guitar]

Dance All Night © 1992, Robert Bruce Scott

There is a club called The Towers open 24 hours
It’s always been the talk of the town
There’s a band there that oozes the rhythms and blueses
They say those boys can really get down

And they sing “All right – All night – Give me all of your love –
Dance All Night”

There’s a girl with her hair standing straight in the air
And the feeling is exceptionally strong
This is the place to be, you see she’s dancing with me
And that blues band is playing our song

And she sings “All right – All night – Give me all of your love –
Dance All Night”

And there’s people out there who call it a sin
To dance in this club that they’ve never been in
They crowd in their courtroom expecting to win
And they’re shocked at the verdict: “Dance All Night”

There’s a club called The Towers open 24 hours
And the zoning ordinance stands
And the dancers ooze to those rhythms and blueses
You see they’ve got one hell of a band

And they sing “All right – All night – Give me all of your love –
Dance All Night”

[RBS – The Light Track 3: RBS – vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass, drums]

Daylight Again © 1981, Robert Bruce Scott

What would I know about you?
And if I did, would I understand it’s true?
All of those dreams I would you had been
I never really allowed you to fit in
Outside, dusk falls, light has given in

I don’t understand what it was
How much of this is worth what it does?
And to what end do you live your life
Looking for love and finding only strife?
Crescent moon shines through an open door

But still in the corners of my mind
There is the impression that I needn’t remain blind

Here’s to the favors I never won
I looked to the stars and I forgot about the sun
Unbidden thoughts for their chain
As daylight returns across the window payne
Daybreak fills my soul with tears that never fall

And now dominating in my mind
There is the impression that I won’t always be blind

Your love fills my soul with tears that never fall
[RBS – Killing Time Track 6: RBS – vocals, guitars, keyboards]

Dead Thing © 1989 Robert Bruce Scott

(Dead thing, you’re a dead thing, you’re a dead thing, you’re dead)
(Dead thing, you’re a dead thing, you’re a dead thing)
But I’m still alive

I’m a survivor and I’m up again
You saw my body and you took me for dead
But now I am rising and I feel my strength
All coming back to me after being so weak

I am a revenant – I’m out for revenge
A spectre that’s haunting the man that I’ve been
I don’t take too kindly to lessons and goals
It’s killing the heart, it poisons the soul

Rising from the dead, I’ve seen the other side
I may be a dead thing but I am still alive
Just for tonight – and I hunt

This body’s been dead and it’s not been put right
If I’m going to live, I’m going to live for tonight
I’m a survivor and I’m up again
I’m still alive in spite of the pain

Rising from the dead, I’ve seen the other side
I may be a dead thing but I am still alive
Just for tonight – and I hunt

Flectere si nequeo superos
Achaeronta movebo

Rising from the dead, I’ve seen the other side
I may be a dead thing but I am still alive
Just for tonight – and I hunt

(Dead thing, you’re a dead thing) I’m a survivor
(You’re a dead thing, you’re dead) And I’m up again
(Dead thing, you’re a dead thing) You saw my body
(You’re a dead thing, you’re dead) And you took me for dead
(Dead thing, you’re a dead thing) But now I am rising
(You’re a dead thing, you’re dead) After being so weak
(Dead thing, you’re a dead thing) I may be a dead thing
(You’re a dead thing, you’re dead) But I’m still alive

[RBS – Heavy Metal Poisoning Track 9: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards, drums]

Ego Te Amo © 1989 Robert Bruce Scott

“Ego Te Amo,” I said because the words wouldn’t come out right
If I told you “I love you,” You’d turn and run away to hide your fright
So I hide my love for you in a language you don’t understand
So I run and hide again, and bury my head in the sand

Ego Te Amo, I love you, I just can’t make it fade
Ego Te Amo, how long will I keep playing out this charade
When you hear the words I sing, you’ll tell me they must have come out wrong
The melody sounds all right but the feeling’s much too strong

Ego Te Amo, when I say it too long it tears my soul apart
Ego Te Amo, if only these words could plant a seed in your heart

[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 2: David Anderson – vocals, drums, keyboards; Casey Gray – vocals, bass, keyboards; RBS – lead vocal, guitar, keyboards]

Embryo (Instrumental) © 1984 Robert Bruce Scott
[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 2: David Anderson – piano; Casey Gray – drums; RBS – guitar]

Fantasia in Am (Instrumental) © 1998 Robert Bruce Scott

[THREE TREES – nut Track 15: Casey Gray – bass, percussion; David Smith – percussion; RBS – Celtic harp, keyboards, guitar]

[RBS – Woody Track 1: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, drums]

Fine Tomorrow © 1997, Robert Bruce Scott

I’ll be fine tomorrow
on that plane headed west
Leaving this sorrow
going home, getting out of this mess

Going home – I won’t cry very long
I believe in myself
I don’t like to be alone but I will make it on my own

Fine tomorrow – on that plane headed west
Leaving this sorrow
going home, getting out of this mess

She left me – all alone and lost for words
I don’t know why
I won’t cry she broke my heart
because I’m going to get a brand new start

Fine tomorrow – on that plane headed west
Leaving this sorrow
going home, getting out of this mess

She called me up – I don’t mind but I don’t know there’s not much time left
She’s going to have to explain
why she doesn’t want me on that plane

Gone tomorrow – on that plane headed west
Leaving this sorrow
going home, getting out of this mess
And I’ll be gone – on that plane headed west
Free – getting out of this mess
[RBS – Woody Track 3: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, drums]

Flare © 1981, Robert Bruce Scott

Flare, come again – Life seeks tomorrow’s sun
But I can feel the rain inside
Flare can’t you see that life is just a spinning wheel
But our love is real, it hasn’t lied

And our days are either coming or gone
You’ve got to tell me if it’s on
In our life there’s not enough space
Won’t you leave a place for me
Don’t you lose our love, never leave

Flare, feel the sun – feel that life has just begun
Though life is old it’s new every day
Flare, can’t you see the shape of things that will be
To fall in love you fall every way

And our days are either coming or gone
You’ve got to tell me if it’s on
In our life there’s not enough space
Won’t you leave a place for me
Don’t you lose our love, never leave

[RBS – Killing Time Track 2: RBS – vocals, guitars, bass, drums]

Forever and Ever © 2000, Robert Bruce Scott

Look into these eyes of mine. You’re looking for “forever and ever” or something like
“I’ll love you till the end of time” but that’s a promise only God can make

Our love wasn’t meant for forever – this love wasn’t meant for the stars
It’s meant for here and now and this time and place where we live
And I’m having the time of my life sharing the time of yours
And you deserve a promise, well here it is:
I’ll give you my moments, I’ll give you my hours, give you my nights and my days
Until I have no more to give or until you can’t take any more, but what then?

When two hearts become one heart beating alone with its loss, love goes on
Love goes on but so does life and one hear looks for another, and that’s all right
You’re looking for “forever and ever” or something like
“I’ll love you till the end of time” but that’s a promise only God can make

Our love wasn’t meant for forever – this love wasn’t meant for the stars
It’s meant for here and now and this time and place where we live
And I’m having the time of my life sharing the time of yours
I’ll give you my moments, I’ll give you my hours, give you my nights and my days
Give you my nights and my days
Look into these eyes of mine. You’re looking for forever and ever.

[RBS – Virtual America Track 10: RBS – vocals, piano, guitar, keyboards, bass, drums]

Forever Lost and Alone © 1999, Robert Bruce Scott

Through the rugged rocky hills and the hot sun of Mexico
He knew he never could stop riding
And the road stretched out forever – Forever lost and alone
There was no family left behind him no place where he could go
No one with him to guide him
And the road stretched out forever – Forever lost and alone

Betrayed by a friend, a man with a family only protecting his home
Forever lost and alone

Subpoenaed as a witness by a man he didn’t know
But he was one and they were thirty
And the road stretched out forever – Forever lost and alone
He had seen them rob and murder and had told his friend the judge
He only wanted to do right
And the road stretched out forever – Forever lost and alone

Betrayed by a friend, a man with a family only protecting his home
Forever lost and alone

His friend told him he should go, “I cannot find them guilty
“Think of my young children at home”
And the road stretched out forever – Forever lost and alone
The banditos never will rest while one man still can stand
With the courage to defy them
And the road stretches out forever – Forever lost and alone

[RBS – Heart and Soul Track 3: RBS – vocals, guitar]

Garden Pond © 2007, Robert Bruce Scott

[RBS – Heart and Soul Track 2: RBS – vocals, Celtic harp]

Getting Over You © 1983, Robert Bruce Scott

In the morning when I see your eyes I see the line of fire
And I knew that your love for me was really just desire
Troubled thoughts and twisted words – you gave me love and the 3rd degree
When you told me the time was gone I knew it was for me

Time has showed me all the things you said were true
But time never told me what came over you – but I’m getting over you

And now the year’s gone by – see where you are today
I’m not glad to see you gone but I couldn’t let you stay

Time has showed me all the things you said were true
But time never told me what came over you – but I’m getting over you

[RBS – The Light Track 8: Danielle Baily – vocals; RBS – guitar, keyboards, bass, drums]

Heart and Soul © 1997, Robert Bruce Scott

I guess I must admit it. I don’t want to lose myself in some eternal vault
In some heaven or some hell. Now everyone’s against it. It would never be allowed.
It must be done in secret. I want your solemn vow:

Bury me upright underneath a tree: feel the tap root punch through my skull
My eternity: earth, wind, rain, sunlight, heart and soul

I know what you’ll say: “Don’t you want to leave this Earth like some holy astronaut?
All this veil of tear is worth is to refine your inner fire for something Devine to drink.”
Well I may want to go up higher, but I want some time to think

Bury me upright underneath a tree: feel the tap root punch through my skull
My eternity: earth, wind, rain, sunlight, heart and soul

No thought of dying, no thought at all, Earth. Wind. Rain. Light.
And your promise: Heart and Soul

How must it feel? Tickled by birds and squirrls, bark scratched by the breeze. Eat shit from a sewer line to make those branches grow, never go inside. Drink the dew and the rain. Get fucked by butterflies . . .

Bury me upright underneath a tree: feel the tap root punch through my skull
My eternity: earth, wind, rain, sunlight, heart and soul

[RBS – Heart and Soul Track 9: RBS – vocals, guitar]

Haram © 2009, Robert Bruce Scott

[RBS – Heavy Metal Poisoning Track 6: RBS – guitar, keyboards, bass, drums]

Heavy Metal Poisoning © 1993, Robert Bruce Scott

For walking victims of the cold war (Heavy Metal Poisoning)
You’ve got to understand we’ve never done this before (Heavy Metal Poisoning)
These expiriments had to be precise (Heavy Metal Poisoning)
You’re the citizen, you’ve got to pay the price (Heavy Metal Poisoning)

If you have any complaints about how short your life will be
Just submit the proper forms to the Department of Energy

In the Southwest, in New Mexico (Heavy Metal Poisoning)
With mine workers and the Navajo (Heavy Metal Poisoning)
Just a syringe away for anyone else (Heavy Metal Poisoning)
Easy to deny if anyone tells (Heavy Metal Poisoning)

If you have any complaints about how short your life will be
Just submit the proper forms to the Department of Energy

These government tests with plutonium (Heavy Metal Poisoning)
Caused harmful effects passed from father to son (Heavy Metal Poisoning)
Early heart attacks and disabilities (Heavy Metal Poisoning)
Gnawing at the root of the family tree (Heavy Metal Poisoning)

If you have any complaints about how short your life will be
Just submit the proper forms to the Department of Energy

[RBS – Heavy Metal Poisoning Track 1: RBS – vocals, guitar, keyboards, bass, drums]

Heroes © 2000, Robert Bruce Scott

Will your princes send you? Will your heroes lead you?

Will your princes go? Would your heroes go?

Something to latch onto
Tell you what to do
Where to put your trust, your faith
You still believe, sometimes

A way to set our sites
Shape our very lives
It’s more than they can bear
They will all fall down, sometimes

Will your princes go out to die for you
Sheltered by a cold watering eye
Cold watering aye, cold watering I

Princes serve all that they can
It takes more than a woman or man can give
More than they can give

They fall down
No atonement will ever suffice
So lead them out to the sacrifice

Lead your heroes out to die for you
Sheltered by a cold watering eye
Cold watering aye, cold watering I

Send your princes out to die for you
Sheltered by a cold watering eye
Cold watering aye, cold watering I

[RBS – Heart and Soul Track 5: RBS – vocals, guitar, keyboards, bass, drums]

I Dreamed I Touched Your Face © 2001, Robert Bruce Scott

Long ago somehow in some strange memory
We hadn’t met but I knew of you and I knew you knew of me
As a child I dreamed of you – I dreamed I touched your face
I felt your touch – I felt your kiss – your passionate embrace
And I waited

All those years doubting our time would ever come
I lost my hope, forgot my dreams, my search for you had run
Then across a crowded room I felt your smile upon my lips
We crossed the room and space and time in a moment intimate

And you found that empty space hidden so deep inside of me
And you found within that place the part of you I was meant to be
And you filled me with your joy as I filled you with my love
In that moment we will ever be inside each other’s hearts

[RBS – Woody Track 6: RBS – vocals, mandolin, bass, drums; Evelyn Johnson, vocals]

I’m Going to Take Care of You © 1999, Robert Bruce Scott

I guess we’ve seen some years slip away – it doesn’t seem so long ago
When we first met and first realized we’re going to watch the fire grow

My daddy told me a long time ago – “take care of the good things in your life”
You’re the best thing ever happened to me and I’m going to take care of you

That first glace – that first step – that first dance we were cutting up and cutting the rug
It’s one step back and two steps toward the edge and it feels like falling in love

My daddy told me a long time ago – “take care of the good things in your life”
You’re the best thing ever happened to me and I’m going to take care of you

So let’s get up and give it another turn and we’ll make this room spin around
You fancy dressing fancy dancer – we’ll show the whole world what I’ve found

In Bethlehem © 1998, Robert Bruce Scott

For all the beasts shall sing his name, the very stones themselves shall sing
The joyous news, angels proclaim, for Christ is born in Bethlehem, In Bethlehem

For all the guilt and hate and pain, His healing touch has come to save
The stains of sin He’ll wash away, for Christ is born in Bethlehem, In Bethlehem

The crowds will come and go away, and slowly learn of His love for them
For victor palm branches will sway, for Christ is born in Bethlehem, In Bethlehem

Come angels, shepherds, wise men, kings, before the hallowed manger stand
Hallowed the gifts that each one brings, for Christ is born in Bethlehem, In Bethlehem

[THREE TREES and Friends – Christmas on the Boulevard Track 22: Sherra Gray – lead vocal; RBS – Celtic harp]

In the Sea © 1995, Robert Bruce Scott

I cast a pebble into the ocean
It didn’t make a difference to the mighty waves crashing upon the shore
My ripples were lost in the tide, and how often I thought that was me, cast in deep water
In the sea, holding on to my memories, but the sea opens up this heart of stone and it’s me,
It’s me trying hard to keep this glance because I know I never had the chance
To be any more than a pebble cast into the sea

Now there’s a mighty river of us, creating a delta where we flow into the sea
Into the ocean where we lose ourselves, who could keep their identity in the sea
Holding on to my memories but the sea opens up this heart of stone and it’s me,
It’s me trying hard to keep this glance because I know we never had the chance
To be any more than a pebble cast into the sea

Now we all must return to the sea where it all started and where it all must end,
In the ocean and for the moment in between, can we glimpse eternity in the sea
Holding on to our memories but the sea opens up this heart of flesh and it’s you
And it’s me trying hard to keep this glance because I know we never had the chance
To be any more than a pebble cast into the sea

[RBS – Woody Track 10: RBS – vocals, guitar; Jonathan Silpayamanant, cello]

In the Time Alotted © 1989, Robert Bruce Scott

Funny is it in the time allotted I nver can get to all the things I want to do
Please don’t feel that it’s so exotic I never seem to have time to sit and talk to you
Maybe we can sit and talk about it now but I think something’s going to interrupt
I don’t know how – that always happens

Maybe we should both have walkie-talkies
And talk about it while we’re standing in our separate queues
Maybe I should write a song about it, “deedle deedle dee” if I could remember the words
But I’d play it like a broken record’s endless loop

[RBS – Killing Time Track 9: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, percussion]

Interlude (instrumental) © 1980, Robert Bruce Scott
[RBS – Woody Track 4: RBS – guitar, bass]

Kaleidoscope (Instrumental) © 1985 Robert Bruce Scott

[THREE TREES – nut Track 21: RBS – piano]
[RBS – Commercial America Track 12: RBS – piano]

Killing Time © 1996, Robert Bruce Scott

I want to hear that the sun in the sky is as green as an apple attacking a fly and
I want to steal the summer that knows under which memory field that that apple grows and I understand I don’t know what it means – tight over easy the head must be cleaned
Kind of killing time
Never do believe my friend – never to believe – never do believe my friend
That we are killing time – Cause time is killing you

The sun glides by with a smile – blue ribbons in her hair and stars in her eyes

I want to know what the shadow knows all about those things in the back of my mind and I want to grow out at night and conceal the after image you left in my mind and
I understand I don’t know what she needs – tight over easy the head must be cleaned
Kind of killing time
Never do believe my friend – never to believe – never do believe my friend
That we are killing time – Cause time is killing me

The sun glides by with a smile – blue ribbons in her hair and stars in her eyes
I want to fly with the sun for that smile – Earth leaps away from our feet as we fly

I want to promise the earth and the moon and all of those things I’ll have title to soon and I know that beyond the mountains of fire lies everything that your heart might desire and I understand I don’t know what you see – tight over easy the head must be cleaned – Kind of killing time
Never do believe my friend – never to believe – never do believe my friend
That time is killing us – cause we are just killing time

The sun glides by with a smile – blue ribbons in her hair and stars in her eyes

[RBS – Killing Time Track 8: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, drums]

Life Ain’t Through With You Yet © 1983, Robert Bruce Scott

I tried so long to make my life whole, the way that it should be
I found a woman to keep me warm but I couldn’t keep her company
I didn’t know I could cry so long, I thought it wasn’t like a man
But an old man saw me and he took my mind when he said, “Son, cry while you can.”

“Cause Son I’ve been around a long time. I’ve seen the rain, I’ve seen the sun shine.
I know the darkness that’s in your mind. But you know life ain’t through with you yet.”

He said, “Boy, there’s so many things that life has yet to show to you.
And if you see many years pass, you’ll know what I say is true.
There’ll be women who’ll take you away, then fill your soul with pain;
Fights and flights from evil nights, still one thing is plain:
When you’ve seen it all, when you can recall all the things that life can do –
When you’re old and wise, God can still devise something to make you feel new

“Cause Son I’ve been around a long time. I’ve seen the rain, I’ve seen the sun shine.
I know the darkness that’s in your mind. But you know life ain’t through with you yet.
No life ain’t through with you yet.
Love will come and go. It will steal your very soul. But still you’ve got to live –
It may seem you only give – but then look again, look again.

“Cause Son I’ve been around a long time. I’ve seen the rain, I’ve seen the sun shine.
I know the darkness that’s in your mind. But you know life ain’t through with you yet.”

[RBS – The Light Track 9: RBS – vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass, drums]

Light Snack © 2003, Robert Bruce Scott

[RBS – The Light Track 13: RBS – Celtic harp, mandolin, guitar, keyboards, drums]

Log Jam © 1999, Robert Bruce Scott

Rolling like a cam in an engine – Pistons all on fire
Headed toward disaster because that’s all that she inspires
And I’m caught up in this log jam

I will never understand why I do this to myself
Some of these emotions are better left up on the shelf
But I’m still caught up in this log jam

She’s a married woman and I would never do this thing
But hidden deep inside there’s a part of me that wants to have her

I know how I would react if you put that move on my wife
I would still see straight enough and you’d better fear for your life
But I’m still caught up in this log jam

Just the very thought of it makes my blood run cold
It’s frightening how these passions can be so damn hard to control
But I’m still caught up in this log jam

She’s a married woman and I would never do this thing
But just beneath the surface there’s a part of me that wants to have her

I have been here way too long – It’s time to hit the brakes
I don’t know how much of this teasing any man could take
But I’m still caught up in this log jam

She’s a married woman and I would never do this thing
But it would be too easy and there’s a part of me that wants to have her
Yeah – I want to have her – Yeah
Well I can’t have her – No
And I’m caught up in this log jam
Yeah, caught up in this log jam

[RBS – Heavy Metal Poisoning Track 3: RBS – vocals, guitar, keyboards, drums; Bradley Moore – keyboard]

Love is on Your Side © 1989 Robert Bruce Scott with Lynn Moon

How much time have you lost on love
And how many dreams have passed you by
You’re a ticking bomb walking down the street
A malcontent with an alibi

Your plight is so easy to relieve
If you only break down and believe

How many bridges have you yet to burn
And how many plans have gone to rust
What things have you done out of turn
And who else did you find that you couldn’t trust

Your plight is so easy to relieve
If you only break down and believe
That love is on your side

How many times does it take to learn
To let someone know just what you mean
You lick your fingers, could they be burned
On fires you’ve only touched in your dreams

Your plight is so easy to relieve
If you only break down and believe
That love is on your side

[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 11: David Anderson – vocals, drums; Casey Gray – bass; RBS – lead vocal, keyboards]

[David Anderson – vocals; Casey Gray – lead vocal; RBS – vocals]

Love on the Wing © 1983 Robert Bruce Scott with Frank Bolig

I remember your love, rocking in the alley way, long time ago,
You remember that night
Living for the moment and doing what we thought was right
Tasting the dangerous wine, tasting love on the wing

Don’t come asking promises you know my words can never find
Hell can seem like heaven if only for a short time
That’s why I told you it was only time that was never to be right

I still hear your voice, empty echos in my mind
Just a background noise, I’m pushing it out
You said, “And maybe I’ll mind, but the emptyness has its way,
It’s dragging me down
You’re leading me on while its making me blind
To your kind of love, you take and never give.
I’ll go on and never look back to your love on the wing

“Don’t come asking promises you know my words can never find
Hell can seem like heaven if only for a short time
That’s why I told you it was only time that would never be again”

[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 3: David Anderson – vocals, drums, keyboards; Casey Gray – vocals, bass; RBS – lead vocal, guitar]

Maybe I © 1984, Robert Bruce Scott and Casey Gray

Excuse me, I thought I had something to say to you
But when I saw your face, the words just slipped my mind

Maybe I wanted to ask you out – or maybe just ask the time
Are you feeling fine?
Maybe it’s a sad, sad, sad, sad world when

I was afraid that you wouldn’t give me the time of day
Please don’t turn away – I know there was something on my mind

Maybe I don’t know how to say that I want you to be mine
The words won’t come out right
Maybe it’s just a sad sad sad sad sad situation

Now I know I’ve just made a fool of myself
I’m sorry I took your time – I don’t know what to say

Maybe I don’t know how to say that I want you to be mine
The words won’t come out right
Maybe it’s just a sad sad sad sad sad situation

[RBS – Killing Time Track 3: RBS – vocals, guitars, bass, drums]

Mediterranian © 1995, Robert Bruce Scott

[RBS – The Light Track 6: RBS – guitar, mandolin, Celtic harp]

Moonsong © 2004, Robert Bruce Scott, Jon Silpayamanant

In the blink of an eye
The stars fall from the sky
And the seven suns dance upon the midnight
In the blink of an eye

If the stars had a voice
They would speak their desire
And send the seven ships to the edge of the sky
If the stars had a voice

If the voice were a wind
It would sing in the sails of the seven ships
It would follow the falling stars
It would sing for the dancing suns

In this windsong the moon
Glows brighter in memory
Until it fills all the night sky
In this windsong the moon

Morning in the Americas (instrumental) © 1989 Robert Bruce Scott
[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 5: David Anderson – tambourine, keyboards; RBS – guitar]

On Nights Like These © 1993, Robert Bruce Scott

Magic on the night breeze, something beautiful that remains to be seen
Secrets locked away inside sweetly yearn to be freeon nights like these
Some things aren’t hard to learn, transcend the innate fear, the ingrained concern
Instincts locked away inside have power to discern on nights like these
Primal memories embedded deep within the movement of the seas
Emotion of the tide is carried on the breeze on nights like these

The mystical passion of humanity blindly groping for something never, never felt before
On nights like these

Intimate moments: the throbbing of the heart, the mystery of romance
Pheromones secrete an invitation to dance on nights like this

The mystical passion of humanity blindly groping for something never, never felt before
On nights like these

[RBS – The Light Track 5: RBS – vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass, drums]

Picture of You © 1983 Robert Bruce Scott

How many ties have you broken, and many lies have you told
Wrapt in your dreams you have spoken a loss of the love that you hold

Deep in my soul I yearned for a picture of you that would stay
I never know why we are living this way

The road never fades from my memory of the easier days of our youth
The loves that we shared are a token of the lives that they were given to

Deep in my soul I yearned for a picture of you that would stay
I never know why we are living this way

Pictures fade away like love on a silver spoon
The world knows the lie is done and our love is on the run

Deep in my soul I yearned for a picture of you that would stay
I never know why we are living this way.

[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 6: David Anderson – vocals, drums, keyboards; Casey Gray – lead vocal, bass, keyboards; RBS – vocals, guitar, keyboards]

Recurrence © 1985 Robert Bruce Scott

And when the night has recalled the creatures of the daylight rescinds it’s guarantee of life and the sins we commit to memory has attained the right to the left side reaches out to call, reaches out to call your name . . .

And in the darkness of the fold in which we gather the light filters through the chinks and banisters of the stairway built of marble is the darkest, coldest stone, but warmer than the water is running freely through my mind is calling, screaming after you . . .

Find in the daylight where stars meet by shallow pools–by plastic fields night sees warm but daylight cools

Resent openly the power held by fools
Repent in sadness for lives used and spent as tools

Would you rip through the curtains of the words in this song is the meaning of my life slips through my grasp retains the sympathy of old could never understand the joy of pain cries out in its embarrassment no sooth or wit contains

[THREE TREES – nut Track 18: Casey Gray – lead vocal; RBS – piano]

Romans 1:16,17 © 1994 Robert Bruce Scott words by Saint Paul

For I am not ashamed, I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ,
Gospel of Christ
For it is the power the power of God
The power of God unto salvation to everyone that believeth
The gospel of Christ is the power of God
Unto salvation to everyone that believeth

For therein is the righteousness of God revealed
Revealed from faith to faith
As it is written, the Just shall live by faith

[THREE TREES – nut Track 19: Casey Gray – vocals; RBS – vocals; Sherra Gray – vocals; Dr. Virginia Sircy – pipe organ]

Sensitive © 2005, Robert Bruce Scott, Jon Silpayamanant

When you bite – oh when you bite
When you bite – it’s sensitive

Where you scratch – oh where you scratch
Where you scratch – it’s sensitive

The way you bind – oh the way you bind me
The way you bind me – it’s sensitive

And when you’re done – oh when you’re done
When you’re done – it’s sensitive

Seven © 2009 Robert Bruce Scott

7 horses racing through the night – Carrying the morning light
7 winds waking with the dawn – Summoning the strength to carry on
7 songs singing in the wind – Telling stories about the end
7 sons vying to be king – Trying to conquer everything

But the night envelopes all – Silences their fall

7 seas swimming to the moon – Cradling our moments in their womb

And the night envelopes all – Silences their fall

7 horses, 7 winds, 7 seas
7 days on a losing streak – 6 were strong but the last one was weak
7 clocks ticking in the hall – Making fools of us all

And the night envelopes all – Silences our fall
One over two up, Two over one back, Two over one up, One over two back

7 days, 7 clocks, 7 ages
7 ages crawl under our sun, But their experiments all come undone

And the night envelopes all – Silences our fall
Find the place, Carve the space, Build your castle in the sun
And try to find the strength to carry on
But the night envelopes all – Making us one
Making us one – Making us all one

[RBS – Heavy Metal Poisoning Track 4: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, drums, keyboards]

Sons of the Thunder God © 1998, Robert Bruce Scott

One stomps on the ground, one splits through the skies
Making an evil sound, lightning their eyes – Sons of the Thunder God
Dangerous their game – one runs the other flies
If they’re not insane there’s blood in their eyes

Those who see them don’t believe their eyes –
vapor and water come to life – Sons of the Thunder God

Should someone get between them it’s fate that sears them
Lightning can pass them by or go right through them – Sons of the Thunder God

Those who see them don’t believe their eyes –
vapor and water come to life – Sons of the Thunder God

Rolling, Roaring, Screaming, Brawling – Sons of the Thunder God

Each and every day they’re heard at land or sea
One to shake the foundation – one the firmament –
Sons of the Thunder God

Those who see them don’t believe their eyes –
vapor and water come to life
Sons of the Thunder God

Rolling, Roaring, Screaming, Brawling – Sons of the Thunder God

It’s just a game to them – something that they do just because they can
Never caring who might get caught up in the midst of it
It’s just part of the rules
Immortal, perhaps divine, will of the wind and the water combined

Rolling, Roaring, Screaming, Brawling – Sons of the Thunder God

One stomps upon the ground – one splits through the skies –
Sons of the Thunder God

[il Troubadore – Meet il Troubadore Track 2: RBS – vocals, mandolin; Jonathan Silpayamanant – cello]

Source of Color © 1991, Robert Bruce Scott

Source of color fanfare rainbows tint hues
Flashing, streaming outward from a well concealed hand
And in the bright shades, dreaming painted figures come to life, calling, “Come to life!”
Assuming three dimensioins, beyond Euclidean conventions to find form, substance . . .

Empirical illusions, Escher’s convolutions: perpendicular surfaces, gravity is relative
Magritte’s rock painted hovering in the air
Suspended above your head, the painting or the rock?
Assuming three dimensioins, beyond Euclidean conventions to find form, substance, depth

All these men searching their imaginations, never finding what they’re looking for
It’s so hard to find a – maybe they’re looking in the wrong places

Bubbles around a hard, cold surface
Wheels turning round and round, keeping time to contained explosions
Earth being moved in buckets – if that’s not your cup of tea, achieve escape velocity

Under the sea and above the Earth
Men and machines continue to search for what it’s worth to find a
Under the earth, in outer space
Men and machines continue the race for what it’s worth to find a
Under the sun, out in the rain
Men and machines are at it again, but I found what they’re looking for, it’s you, it’s you

[RBS – Killing Time Track 7: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, drums]

Summertime © 1996, Robert Bruce Scott

Running down when the winds begin to blow
Never knowing when winter’s going to end
I never knew there’d be so much I need to know
But I always knew I’d come back and be with you
In the summertime

Walking lightly through my dreams of the past
This one happened but it wasn’t quite that way
Always knowing it’s only dreams that last
It doesn’t matter that I don’t know what to say
In the summertime – let’s go!

Run away to the memories of the past – we can make the moment last
And shine on like the dreamers that we are – we can wish upon a star
And fly away

[RBS – The Light Track 10: RBS – vocals, guitar, mandolin, bass, drums]

Suspicious Woman © 1994, Robert Bruce Scott

Walking down that street alone, nobody knows just what they’re going
He won’t take the car and she won’t answer the phone
They want no one to know just what they’re doing
Secrets better kept out of sight

Late shift at work and night out with the boys and a woman at home can get suspicious
She picks up the phone, calls Harold, Jim and John
The boys are doing laundry and washing dishes
She doesn’t say a word when he comes home late at night; secrets better kept out of sight

He’s doing it again just like some crazy fool; there’s trouble brewing, he doesn’t realize
That a suspicious woman at home as paid some bucks to buy her an extra pair of eyes
To check out alibis: what he doesn’t know will surely hurt him

There’s going to be hell to pay when he comes home again
He doesn’t realize he’s lost a woman and a friend
He doesn’t have a clue as to how to start again
What he doesn’t know will soon destroy him

Now other women have other things to do, they’ve got other men on their minds
Now one woman knows that he has not been true
And the other woman has left him far behind
And there’s a new lock on the door when he comes home late at night
What he didn’t know, he found out tonight – that a man’s desires can destroy him

[RBS – The Light Track 2: RBS – vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass, drums]

Sweet Adeline © 1997, Robert Bruce Scott

John was a brawler, loved nothing more than a fight
You’d see him out beating heads in on any Saturday night
O Adeline, Adeline, Sweet sweet Adeline
Adeline upon a time, tough John, sweet Adeline

John would win the ladies with his good looks, his strength and his charm
Every week some different one would be seen to hang on his arm
But no one knew John was a woman up until 1989
Before that sex change operation, tough John was sweet Jane Adeline

O Adeine, Adeline, sweet sweet Adeline
Adeline upon a time, tough John was sweet Jane Adeline

Well don’t let John’s friends know, we don’t want things to get out of line
John’s enemies would raise hell if they knew they’d been beat up by sweet Adeline
Well I think I hear the lynch mob and the tabloid stories run rife
It seems it’s time John packed his things and ran like hell for his life

O Adeine, Adeline, sweet sweet Adeline
Adeline upon a time, tough John was sweet Jane Adeline

John’s moved away now – everyone’s heaving big sighs
Cause the doctor wrote back that the tabloids didn’t lie
Tough John was sweet Jane Adeline
O Adeine, Adeline, sweet sweet Adeline
Adeline upon a time, tough John was sweet Jane Adeline
Adeline the tabloids didn’t lie, tough John was sweet Jane Adeline

[RBS – Virtual America Track 5: RBS – vocals, guitar, keyboards, bass, drums]

The Balance Unpaid © 1983 Robert Bruce Scott

Unseen before the dawn
Lines stretching across the northern sky
Thought’s birth preceded by form empowered to fly

Undulation of river rich black lines thicken the air
Dimensional freedom that we lack
Yet no more than their share

There a rose divine and de-vined – Displayed unseen
Broken and left alone to die
Ruth unknown, spared for those who can’t feel

Vapors rise in the air – Unjust replies
Formed steel engaged without care jealously guarding the skies

Broken forms ebbing their lives
Real and realized fears
Incomprehensible drives are destroying the work of the years

There a crow, despair – Unspared, despised
Devised fate to be left alone to die
Ruth unknown, spared for those who can’t feel the balance unpaid

Broken rubble across the ground
Teaming unsapient life
History hidden in their sound, and the edge of the knife

[RBS – Heavy Metal Poisoning Track 7: RBS – vocals, guitar, mandolin, Celtic harp; Paul Radecki – Egyptian Tabla]

The Game Show © 1988 Robert Bruce Scott
with David Anderson and Casey Gray

Bob: Um, uh, yellow?
MC: Aw, too bad Bob, you failed miserably. Well, let’s spin the wheel and see what we get. Looks like the noose, no, it’s the acid bath.
Bob: What the . . . Aieeeeeeeeeeeee!
MC: Now Loretta, it’s your time to — BET YOUR LIFE! Al, tell us about our fabulous first round prize!
Al: Well, Dave, if Miss Johnson answers the first question correctly, she can drive home in this like-new 1976 Ford Pinto! With four quality re-treads and authentic certificate of recall. Insurance not available.
MC: And now Miss Johnson, for that fabulous Ford fryer, what is your full name? Remember, you have only 10 seconds, 9, 8, 7, 6, Your time is running out, 2, 1. . .
Loretta: Do you want my middle name as well? (Improv while MC counts) Loretta Ann Johnson!
MC: That’s right Loretta, you win that fabulous Pinto. Now Al, tell us what Miss Johnson can win if she correctly answers this next question.
Al: Well, Dave, Miss Johnson can rule the waves with her very own General Dynamics George Washington class nuclear submarine! Complete with six Polaris Model A-1 missiles armed with fully functional nuclear warheads.
Standard sonar and sattelite guidence systems help keep you and your missiles on couse, and the latest in cloaking features make you almost invisible to most electronic surveilance systems. Crew not included.
MC: Now Loretta, if you want to be the life of every beach party, What is your favorite color? You have 10 seconds,9, 8, 7, 6, You’re running low, 2, 1. . .
Loretta: Well, when I was in fifth grade they had us write a paper that (improv) Green, Green!
MC: That’s right, Green! Now Loretta, for our Grand Prize, you must answer one final question . . . But first Al, tell us about that Grand Prize!
Al: Well Dave, our Grand Prize is a Rockwell International Pressure Suit, perfect for those in high or low pressureenvironments.
MC: And now for the ultimate in stress protection, what are the four principles associated with Trancendental Dialectic as expressed in Book Two of Immanuel Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason?
Al: Remember, our contestants have not been coached.
Loretta: One, the soul is substance;
Two, as regards its quality – simple;
Three, as regards the separate times in which it exists, numerically identical, that is unity, not plurality;
Four, it is in relation to possible objects in space.
Al: Miss Johnson qanswered correctly, word for word.
MC: What the hell is going on . . . (improv)
Loretta: What’s the matter? I answered . . HELP! (improv)
Al: The hydrocloric acid and bath container were provided courtesy of the S Kul Bone Chemical Corporation, fine chemicals and chemical accessories for home and industrial applications. Prizes are provided through O. North, our special contractor for General Government Surplus Clearing House and by Dave’s Quality Used Car Emporium. Contestants appearing on Bet Your Life receive as consolation prizes a free two-hour floral display with free delivery and set up, and a gift certificate for four hundred dollars, redeemable at any of the following parlors across the United States: Andy’s Slabomatic, Reedem and Weep’s Incorporated, Sam’s Open Trench, The Cad Ver Recycling Company and the Federated Holesale Corporation.
Loretta: I think I need a vacation.
Al: Dave’s girdle provided by Finch Industries. Remember, it’s a cynch
with Finch.
MC: But that’s not all you win Miss Johnson . . .

[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 7: David Anderson – MC, drums; Casey Gray – Al; RBS – Bob, Loretta, keyboards]

The Light © 1984, Robert Bruce Scott

You say you’ve found the truth that lies
Beyond the red-stained dawn and restless skies
Where there lies shining truth
And the fire there is warming but it never does consume

You tell me that we’ve all been told
Well tell me if it’s true then how do you know
Did you read it in the tomes
Are the times such that everyone can see the end of fear

And if you stand
Alone upon the shore or on the sand
You will see the time is really near at hand
No thought or reprimand can retain
It’s meaning less and less each day
You grow more, realize if you look you will see
And begin to understand

Now your life can see it’s years
Free to live for hope and without fears
You can wipe away the tears with the light
And the light is just now dawning in your eyes

[RBS – The Light Track 11: RBS – vocals, guitar, keyboards, drums]

Old Ironsides© 1999, Robert Bruce Scott

There was still a little light left in the western sky
And the spray of the storm and howling darkness followed
As the last sail was furled the Captain ordered the ship about
Standing at the prow as the clipper turned the old captain said

“Turn and face the storm boys and pray for your lives
Make your peace with God boys, and then stand up and fight
The Constitution will make it through – Old Ironsides won’t fail, I promise you

“And when the mist sprays off the roof of my neighbor’s house
And the rain screams across my veranda
I’ll stnad there and I’ll remember you and this day if you’ll just remember
Remember to

“Turn and face the storm boys and pray for your lives
Make your peace with God boys, and then stand up and fight
The Constitution will make it through – Old Ironsides won’t fail, I promise you”

Each man remembers – each that made it home – the old captain at the prow saying,
“Men, pray for your souls”
True to his word when the storms bring the rain
The Captain stands out on his porch and remembers that day
Remembers each man
Remembers the voyage from which he never came home

[RBS – Woody Track 2: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, drums]

The River © 1985, Robert Bruce Scott

There is a river rushing past this shore
It sends its fingers reaching out for more
The more it moans and cries the more it calls,
“Would you come with me?”

There is a river running through this land
We’re carried with it, just small grains of sand
Whirling debris gasp for air to cry, “Would you come with me?”

Can two grains be allied when time isn’t on their side
God knows alone how I’ve cried
Before you go, before you hide – Would you take me with you?

There is a river pulling us apart
How can I stop it when I don’t know where to start
I don’t know how long I’ve been lost – Would you take me?

[RBS – Woody Track 5: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass]

The Storm © 1995, Robert Bruce Scott

Safe and dry – safe and dry – safe behind your walls

You can look down, fix your gaze on something near
You can keep it out of your mind a little while
But there’s a great big sky above you – when it starts crowding in
It will rip the walls right our of you
And let you know there’s going to be a storm

You can ride it out or stand against it – the storm
You can pray about it but you’re never going to hold it back – back

When it would never have
When it could never ever happen to you
When you were safe
When you had your walls to keep the world outside
So you wouldn’t have to live in it

You can try to ignore it – you can try to look away
And keep it out of your mind a little while
But there’s a blinding light around you and when you turn around and look
It will burn the walls right out of you
And let you know there’s going to be a storm

You can ride it out or stand against it – the storm
You can pray about it but you’re never going to hold it back – back

When it would never have
When it could never ever have happened to you
When were you safe
When you had your walls to keep the world outside
The world you have to live in

With a prow or a broken shard between you and the wind
You become part of it for just a little while
And the chaos raging round you is tearing down the walls
Of the artificial world – it’s submitting to the storm

You can ride it out or stand against it – the storm
You can pray about it – pray that you make it back – back
To pick up the pieces and try to understand
To understand more clearly

[RBS – The Light Track 7: RBS – vocals, guitars, keyboards, bass, drums]

The Swan © 1997 Robert Bruce Scott

It’s time to float away form the madness of artificial expectations
Stop trying to be anything but free
There’s no limit to inner vision, only a limited time to achieve it
It’s time to spread my wings and time to become

The Swan floats away like a dream
Never needing to represent anything larger than itself

Penetrate the dream sequence with all its symbols and hidden meanings
And the terror and hope and yearning to fly away
After thirty years of dreaming of one awakening after another
I’m finally awake to find I’m become

The Swan floats away like a dream
Never needing to represent anything larger than itself

Then the illusion just melts away Just being human:
Never knowing where to begin, never even trying
To lift up from the day-to-day and become what I know I can
All I really need for it is Time melts away like a dream
Always seeming to signify something larger than itself

After thirty years of dreaming of one awakening after another
I’m finally awake to find I’m become

The Swan floats away like a dream
Never needing to represent anything larger than itself
It’s just a swan.

[THREE TREES – nut Track 20: Casey Gray – lead vocal; RBS – guitar]
[RBS – Heart and Soul Track 6: RBS – vocal, guitar]

The Times are Changing Again © 1995, Robert Bruce Scott

I woke up this morning my head full of dreams of love and flowers and freedom
These things that my generation has not really seen
And something inside me awakened

I stepped out to see people moving too fast – America bustling and racing its rats
And everyone peering deep into the past – Was it just yesterday?
They look and they throw all the answers away

I shouted, slow down, wat a minute, listen to me
Don’t kill the messenger, just ask the hippies
If no one is perfect then why can’t you see
They’re part of the answer we’ve all been seeking
For the times must be a changing – yes the times they are a changing again

Wake up, look around, it’s not been so long
The Dead aren’t all dead there’s just one of them gone
There’s many old heroes still singing those songs
And the battle inside us still rages
So many freeze in their tracks transfixed and enthralled
They bar the doors, they block up the halls
While the winds of change are shaking their walls
For the world outside is changing – yes the times they are a changing again

And the angry young men are all wrinkled and gray – their own role is rapidly changing
But strange as it seems the chance has come again
It takes persistance to change the old ways – revolutions are only beginnings

The writers and critics didn’t prophesy this
That the boomers would finally see what they had missed
That life is more than property, careers debt and riches
And they step off into what people call the abyss
After so many years they’re finally living
For the times they are a changing – yes the times they are a changing again

[RBS – Virtual America Track 9: RBS – vocals, piano, guitar, keyboards, bass, drums]

The Wrong Man © 2003, Robert Bruce Scott

I’m in love with the wrong man but it feels so good
But there’s really nothing to decide
He came at the wrong time and time will never make it right
Time will never make it right

But it feels so good if I can just have one more night
It feels so good but I feel so empty inside when I think about it
When I think about walking away

But I’m in love with the wrong man and I can’t take him away
There’s no way to make him mine

But it feels so good if I can just have one more night
It feels so good, maybe it will be all right
It will be all right

[RBS – The Light Track 4: Lisa Owen-Carlson – lead vocal; RBS – guitar, keyboards, bass]

Thanks Be To God © 1986, Robert Bruce Scott

[RBS – Virtual America Track 11: RBS – piano]

That Old Time Religeon © 2003, Robert Bruce Scott

Lord I know I have been the Devil’s son
And those seven deadly sins, well I have sinned them every one
But Ghost I know I can be a better man
If you’ll just jump up inside of me and make me raise my hand

And give me that old time religeon and I will praise the Lord
Make the thing you said run through my head till I have been reborn
With that old time religeon show me your perfect way
What you’ve endured leaves me assured you can take away my stains

Christ I thank you for everything you say
And I know that I can make it now if I take it day by day

With that old time religeon show me your perfect way
What you’ve endured leaves me assured you can take away my stains
And give me that old time religeon and I will praise the Lord
Make the thing you said run through my head till I have been reborn
With that old time religeon

[RBS – Virtual America Track 6: RBS – vocals, The Singing Treholipe, cow horns, drums]

This Old Mountain Highway © 1998, Robert Bruce Scott

In the backwoods of Tennessee there’s this old mountain highway
Where the city folks don’t hardly ever go
And people ain’t changed much along this old mountain highway
They do things just like they did so long ago

Folks help one another along this old mountain highway
Just the way they’ve always known things should be
Just something that they remember along this old mountain highway
To take the time to live and love and breathe

They’re a part of the story of America
A people that are proud and tough and true
Their songs and their stories are part of us all
This old mountain highway and me and you

You’ll swear you saw Abe Lincoln along this old mountain highway
Where his children’s children’s children came to live
And when you come though Tennessee on this old mountain highway
You’ll see how much this country has to give

They’re a part of the story of America
A people that are proud and tough and true
Their songs and their stories are part of us all
This old mountain highway and me and you

In the backwoods of Tennessee there’s this old mountain highway
Where the city folks ain’t hardly ever seen
And when you come though Tennessee on this old mountain highway
Part of you will never want to leave

They’re a part of the story of America
A people that are proud and tough and true
Their songs and their stories are part of us all
This old mountain highway and me and you

[RBS – Virtual America Track 1: RBS – vocals, piano, guitar, Celtic harp, bass, drums]

Time for You © 1984 Robert Bruce Scott with Bill Vann

When I’m low, I thnk about you and the sun shines
All my cares just slip away when you’re near

And it’s time for you, my heart is with you now
If we were two, where could we be right now?

Oh, the fire, the fire, it burns within me for you
Eyes glow and your skin is warm, embracing

And it’s time for you, my heart is with you now
If we were two, where could we be right now?

Love, I will be there too
I will see you through the road’s endless winds
Time goes on about it’s pace.
I see your shining face–scintilating wine

Climbing (Hard
Entwining to find)
Love grows beyond my power to describe

And it’s time for you, my heart is with you now
If we were two, where could we be right now?

When I’m low, I thnk about you and the sun shines

[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 4: David Anderson – percussion, keyboards; Casey Gray – lead vocal, bass; RBS – vocals, guitar]

Too Few Hands © 1989, Robert Bruce Scott

To a day like today, so many such spent in marble halls
To many such spent behind clapboard walls go our deepest regrets

I want to be out in the sun where I can breathe clean air
I want to be out on the coast where I can fish in clear water
But what if there is no clear water, even if there is no way to get there

To a day like today, too many such spent under the ground!
To the few that were spent behind metal walls

This is our time out in the sun, a time to be breathed into the air
This is our time out on the water, a time to bask in the sun upon the shore
We shall spread in every direction. After so many years, we shall be free

To a day like today when we go out to work on the dark waters
On a day like today when old blood races across the sea
The fate of so much life was in too few hands

[RBS – Woody Track 9: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, drums]

Toy Box (Instrumental) © 1998, Robert Bruce Scott

[THREE TREES and Friends – Christmas on the Boulevard Track 13: RBS – Celtic harp]
[RBS – Heart and Soul Track 7: RBS – Celtic Harp]

Track 27 © 1998, Robert Bruce Scott

WIFE: Honey, did you forget to pack the ham?
HUSBAND: No, I packed it.
WIFE: Well, I don’t see it.
HUSBAND: I put it under all those boxes
WIFE: Do you think it will get cold?
HUSBAND: If it does, we’ll have to re-heat it when we get there.
WIFE: Do you think there’s enough room in her oven?
HUSBAND: If there isn’t, we’ll just cut it in half.
WIFE: Did we bring enough food for everyone?
HUSBAND: We brought enough food to feed an army. They’ll be munching leftovers right through the new year.
WIFE: I just want everything to be perfect.
(pause)
WIFE: Snow sure is pretty.
HUSBAND: It’s been years since it’s been so nice.
WIFE: It’s going to be a perfect Christmas, isn’t it?
HUSBAND: I don’t see how it could get any better

[THREE TREES and Friends – Christmas on the Boulevard Track 27: Casey Gray – husband; David Smith – drums; RBS – percussion; Sherra Gray – wife]

Trip to the Moon © 1988 Robert Bruce Scott with Casey Gray

A trip to the Moon. Watch the Earth fall away.
Enjoy the ride through the clouds
All expenses are paid.

The dark side is cool. The perfect vacation spot.
The sky is so clear, so quiet and calm
So free from care.

You can’t miss this opportunity
The preparations have all been made.
We’re all so happy for you.

Step right through this hatchway,
Strap yourself onto that padded couch
The auto-pilot is pre-programmed,
Don’t be frightened, it will all work out
We really must be leaving now,
We’ve got to start the countdown
Now we’ve got you all hooked up.
Thank you for your participation.

[THE SOURCE – Embryo Track 8: David Anderson – keyboards; Casey Gray – lead vocal, bass; RBS – vocals, guitar]

U-Boat © 1983, Robert Bruce Scott

[RBS – Killing Time Track 5: RBS – guitars, bass, keyboards]

Virtual © 1994, Robert Bruce Scott

Warping through the maze of circuitry and gigabytes – I want to get virtual
Talking the technology – getting the proper hardware
Stealing the proper software – I want to get virtual

A virtual person with a virtual address I’ll get virtual letters from my virtual friends
Find virtual solutions for virtual problems
It’s virtual work for virtual wages – it’s a virtual world out there and I want in

And the adventures and the games and the pornography
And the income and the lifestyle – tax accountability – I want to get virtual

A virtual man with a virtual address I get virtual letters from my virtual friends
Find virtual solutions for virtual problems
It’s virtual work for virtual wages – it’s a virtual world out there if you can get in

Out in the daylight it’s like a second language – a secret code passed along the Internet
It’s easy to tell those who are the haves
From those who can’t put the virtue in their reality

Virtual people with virtual addresses get virtual letters from their virtual friends
They find virtual problems for virtual solutions
It’s virtual work for virtual wages – it’s a virtual world out there if you can get in

[RBS – Virtual America Track 2: RBS – vocals, guitar, keyboards, drums]

Waiting for the Sign © 2009 Robert Bruce Scott

Blocks & locks & sand & ashes
Boats & floats streetlamps under water
Blocks & locks & sand & ashes
Thousands in a box and there is no quarter

Flies in lights out tramps into traps
Crimes & time & place & station
Screams & dreams of higher elevation
Thousands in a box and there is no quarter

Violence and greed and the voices of need
Can’t undo the strength of the law
Carried complete and the angels concede
Under the strength of the law

Fly on over, watch the show
Watch the ocean collect below

Violence and greed and the voices of need
Can’t undo the strength of the law
Carried complete and the angels concede
Under the strength of the law

Break upon the law – upon the law like water
Break across the law, over the wall like water
Break down the wall like a law of water

We spent all this time waiting for the sign (repeated ad nauseum)

[RBS – Heavy Metal Poisoning Track 2: RBS – vocals, guitar, bass, keyboards, drums; Jonathan Silpayamanant – vocals]

Westwind © 1984 Robert Bruce Scott

When I tell you of the Westwind and the songs and the stories they told
I tell you of a people and a land and a river that flowed
The people are dead, the land and the river gone cold
But the Westwind still roams and the story’s two hundred years old

When the northern raiders fought, they burned his family to theground
While he was at the water, they killed all in the lands miles around
When at his return he despair, desolation and death found
Not a house, nor a man, nor a beast nor a child not cut down
He looked up and he said to the sky, “The longboat men must die
The Westwind they’ll call me, they’ll find their reward:
As they live they will die by the sword.”

A voice he heard in sleep by the river, an old man’s cry
Speed you must have to find the boats and for that you must fly
you will find that in your name your pain and your future will lie
Four you will be the wind, doomed to roam and damned not to die
He looked up and he said to the sky, “The longboat men must die
The Westwind they’ll call me, they’ll find their reward:
As they live they will die by the sword.”

When the longboats set sail, spreading leather to harness the air
Loaded down with men, arms, provisions and treasure to bear
To ride before the hard wind’s cold blast from the west they did dare
The gale took them all in the river, not one did it spare.
He looked up and he said to the sky, “The longboat men must die
The Westwind they’ll call me, they’ll find their reward:
As they live they will die by the sword.”

And the folk sang: na na na na, na na na, na na na na na na na, na na na

Now Westwind over many lands, many years has he roamed
He will never rest, never lie, never again find a home
In the solace of death which he dealt to achieve his renown
listen to the howl of the wind whose life is now known
He looked up and he said to the sky, “The longboat men must die
The Westwind they’ll call me, they’ll find their reward:
As they live they will die by the sword.”

And the folk sang: na na na na, na na na, na na na na na na na, na na na

[THREE TREES – nut Track 17: Casey Gray – vocal, drum; David Smith – vocals; RBS – vocals, guitar, recorders; Sherra Gray – vocals]

What is This Thing Called Love © 1988, Robert Bruce Scott

What is this thing called Love that’s never completely explained?
Tell me what is this thing called Love

A million poets on a mountain climb
Fighting grizzly bears and swimming all the seas
For the sake of love, it takes up all their time
Then they call it an incurable disease

What is this thing called Love?

Some people think love happens on first sight
You get just one chance – don’t you throw it away
Most people think love happens overnight
But no one knows when love is here to stay

What is this thing called Love that’s never completely explained?
Tell me what is this thing called Love

I’ve heard people say that love is a madness
You get too involved – better leave it alone
I’m told by them love leads only to sadness
If they won’t get involved then how do they know

Love must be
A black hole
If you get too close you’re going to fall in love

What is this thing called Love that’s never completely explained?
Tell me what is this thing called Love

[RBS – Killing Time Track 1: RBS – vocals, guitars, bass, drums]

When She’s All Alone © 1989, Robert Bruce Scott

The smell of cinnamon in all the rooms as she puts the coffee in her cup
Go to work at nine o’clock, work till the afternoon, she never really feels like waking up
And oh, the nights are so long when she’s all alone

At night she goes out out on the town where people dance until the sun comes up
When she was a younger girl, she said, “I’m growing up soon.”
Now she’s thinking that she’s all grown up.
And oh, the nights are so long when she’s all alone

Did he tell her that he really meant it? Did she believe she’d fallen in love again?
Didn’t he say that he’d never leave her a week ago
And oh, the nights are so long when she’s all alone

You put a candle in her window sill and you’ll light the whole wide world right up
She’s lived in every town, been almost everywhere
You can’t count the times she’s given up
And oh, the nights are so long when she’s all alone

[RBS – Killing Time Track 4: RBS – vocals, guitars, bass, drums]

Wages of Sin (instrumental) © 1994, Robert Bruce Scott

[RBS – Woody Track 8: RBS – guitar]

You © 2003, Robert Bruce Scott
You

[RBS – The Light Track 12: RBS – vocals]

You Can’t Save Yourself © 2009, Robert Bruce Scott

She’s just a flicker in your eye
Don’t you give her that second glace
You will be lost in a moment
You’ll be a victim of circumstance

But you had to look, you had to see
The color of her hair
And the way that the light touches her
The way she moves like you’re not there

And now she sets her sights on you
And you don’t stand a chance
She’s the hunter, you’re the prey
You were thinking this was just a dance

You can’t save yourself – no you can’t save yourself
You could be as clever as Theseus but you just can’t save yourself

No you can’t save yourself – no you can’t save yourself
You could have the strength of Heracles but you just can’t save yourself

And now she’s gotten much too close
As she moves in for the kill
You don’t want her to touch you that way
But you know somehow she will

She doesn’t do this to be friendly
She doesn’t do this to be sweet
It isn’t you that she wants out of this
It’s just the thrill of victory

And now you know she’s some kind of a Medusa
Because you’re already turning to stone
And you have to move so awkwardly
Around the part of you that’s grown, oh no

You can’t save yourself – no you can’t save yourself
You could have the eyes of Tyrisius now but you just can’t save yourself

No you can’t save yourself – no you can’t save yourself
This is more complex than Oedipus and you just can’t save yourself

No you can’t save yourself – no you can’t save yourself
You’re going to face the wrath of Hera boy, because you just can’t save yourself

[RBS – Heart and Soul Track 7: RBS – vocals, guitar]

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below are various poems and songs that have not been released

Before I Think © 1998 Robert Bruce Scott

When all those things you said go dancing through my head
I never think of you – that’s what your words can do

We are just wasting time, losing our peace of mind together – together
We were just meant to be unpleasant memories forever
Forever so I think right now, but

Before I think I think I’ll wait a bit
Before I wait I think I’ll go
Before I go I think I”ll think again
Before I think I want to know

How can I realize meaning in your replies
When all the things you say – you turn the other way

You word your traps for me or is it just fantasy in my head
in my head?
My head cannot withstand emotional quicksand
You leave me no room to stand but don’t go away so I think right now, but

Before I think I think I’ll wait a bit
Before I wait I think I’ll go
Before I go I think I”ll think again
Before I think I want to know

I never tried nor even thought of counting one ahead
What do you mean? Are not those the words that you said?
I didn’t think I understood – What is not clear is not good
So I think right now, but

Before I think I think I’ll wait a bit
Before I wait I think I’ll go
Before I go I think I”ll think again
Before I think I want to know

Small Bird © 1985, Robert Bruce Scott
Small Bird,
Would thou have flown away only more
Quickly had I seen thee
Sooner lest I see more of thy beauty
Than God Intend.

The Nest © 1999, Robert Bruce Scott

Empty, broken ruins
Twigs, dried mud, crumpled feathers
Birds have flown away

Legends © 1999, Robert Bruce Scott

He told those strange stories
And we crowded around to listen
Crowded around to hear
Those strange stories told us about our people
And their relics
And their legends

Digressive Song © 1992

This is what I call a Digressive Song
No thought be well begun – interrupted, signal lost

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the comedy called the mind
It’s not the brain, it has no matter, no energy, a construct of the mind
We cannot know – no one’s been able to show it
And if you find it please tell me
Eyes cannot see where it’s meant to be
Interrupted, signal

Come one, come everyone out to see the comedy called communication
No sight, smell, sense, sound – no matter, no energy
Exists solely in the mind
No one’s been able to see it – and if you see it please tell me
Words cannot tell where it’s meant to dwell

You cannot know what I mean to say
It can’t be proved I said it anyway
It can’t be proved that you are anyway
No thought be well begun before

Interrupted, signal this is what I call a Digressive Song
Let it digress

Got to Have You © 1997

Riding down to the edge of the city
Saturday night weighing heavy on my hands
Cruising the town trying to find something pretty
But you know it never works that way and I’ve got you on my mind
Still I try to lose myself in the moment
Pop a top with the pretty girls and watch the town drive by
But they’re looking at different things – what a pity
They’re looking at the here and now while I’m looking at memories

Got to have you – got to have you back
There’s no magic in this town day or night when you’re not here

Looking around at what I can see from the porch swing
Sunday afternoon weighing heavy on my hands
Looking at the clouds – try to forget all about it
But you know it never works that way and I’ve got you on my mind
Still I try to lose myself in the moment
Turn the pages of a book I read once but never understood
But we’re all about different things, what a pity
It’s got a story to tell but I’ve got one of my own

Got to have you – got to have you back
There’s no magic in this town day or night when you’re not here

Stories don’t end well anymore
The writers dont’ believe things ever really work out
But I believe in you and I believe in me
And I think that you’ll agree that we
We’ve got a whole lot here to live for
We’ve got a reason to try again
And I believe we can make it through – me and you – me and you

Good to have you – it’s good to have you back
There’s no magic in this town day or night when you’re not here

Mountains in Your Way © 1984

Looming, immoble they stand before you –
Leaning heavily against the sky – Mountains in your way

She thinks, she speaks, she works inside your heart
She never really goes away – Mountains in your way

Will you ever know what she thinks – can you ever get beyond the charm and the mountains of dead words
Can you really climb?

And when she leaves she stays inside your heart
She never really goes away – Mountains in your way

Will you ever know what she thinks – can you ever get beyond the charm and the mountains of dead words
Can you really climb?

Take Tonight © 1996

Jump to your feet, put your right fist in the air
Don’t think about it, just

Take tonight for you and your own
Do it right – don’t falter alone
Give the pieces of paper floating about you the weekend away and
Take tonight – don’t give up the chance
Be alive – if life is a dance there’s no step stepping steps on a map
on the floor – it’s just a feeling

And you can’t buy it in a little bag and you can’t mix it down
And you can’t steal it or lock it up
Because it goes around and around
Trying to feed every fantasy and it will always need to. . .

Take tonight to fill in the blanks and it might not belong to the ranks
of the ones who are fearful of planting the seeds –
nothing is certain
Take tonight to get off the ground
And it’s bright when you burn it all down
Give the monster inside you a chance to get loose
Break the mirrors of multiple yous

And you can’t buy it in a little bag and you can’t mix it down
And you can’t steal it or lock it up
Because it goes around and around
Trying to feed every fantasy and it will always need to. . .
. . . be elusive – camoflagued
To be forgotten and to be found again – it’s just a feeling

And you can’t buy it in a little bag and you can’t mix it down
And you can’t steal it or lock it up
Because it goes around and around
Trying to feed every fantasy and it will always need

Hardest Heartbreak © 1990

Rolling down that river – washed up like a stone
I could feel the rhythm of a haunted afternoon
It was in late September – early autumn rain
I could feel the heartbeat of a change about to come along

And I know that I have been a dreamer
but the dreams eroded long ago
And I never asked to be forgiven if the forgiveness leaves me alone

The last time I saw you walking along
the way we walked the autumn before
But never came within shouting distance of falling in or falling out
I guess it’s been a summer
Getting toward that part of year when I feel it pressing on my mind
The rhythm of early afternoon rain

And I know that I have been a dreamer
but the dreams eroded long ago
And I never asked to be forgiven if the forgiveness leaves me alone

This is the hardest heartbreak I’ve ever been through
It took so long for me to accept it was true
That there was never anything substantial between me and you
This is the hardest heartbreak I’ve ever been through

In Your Eyes © 1990

Describing arcane patterns – running in small circles
Lost in some strange coincidence, that I should find you here
But if you see my brother, tell him that I lost a metaphor
And if he can remember it, tell him to tell me

There was a story that told me everything I need to know
But I can’t quite remember it – it seems I read it far too long ago
I was hoping I would find it here
Perhaps it’s better I found you

Describing arcane patterns – running in small circles
Lost in some strange metaphor – lost in your eyes

Can it be there’s no need for metaphors between us – no need to be
Describing arcane patterns – running in small circles
Because I see the joy in your eyes
Sometimes I see the world in your eyes

I’m no longer lost in some strange metaphor or peering through an analogy
Because I see the joy in your eyes
Sometimes I see the world in your eyes

The book that I was looking for isn’t that important to me now
But if you see my brother smile to him and wave
And if he found my metaphor, tell him I don’t need it

Moving Uptown © 1999

I know I’ve made this place too hot for me
There’s too many people who know my name
I’ve hit all these places before
The squeeze is on and the big city’s calling my name and I’m

Moving up, stepping out – getting away from this little place
Yeah, moving uptown

The boys are getting edgy and the timing’s getting tight
Women are looking for me and they want to skin my hide
The hideout’s getting small – and there’s too many trails
This gig is up and the big city’s calling our name and we’re

Moving up, stepping out – getting away from this little place
Yeah, moving uptown

I can’t imagine staying here – it’s like a hand around my throat
There’s too many people who know too much
And they’re telling what they know – they’re selling what they know
I can’t imagine staying here – I can’t imagine staying here and I

The hunters are getting close and we all want our freedom
We know we can’t get out of here fast enough
The stakes are higher and there’s a bigger boss
The squeeze is on and the big city’s calling our name and we’re

Moving up, stepping out – getting away from this little place
Yeah, moving uptown